The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the Great Hall of Ashworth Keep did not smell of the roasting swine or the spiced wine that flowed like red veins through the tablecloth; it smelled of rot, a sweet, cloying decay that clung to the velvet drapes and seeped into the marrow of those who sat beneath the vaulted stone ceiling. Sir Cedric Ashworth sat at the high table, his hands clasped over a plate of untouched lamb,...

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