The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the keep smelled of damp stone and old blood. I held the rose. It was a single stem. Black. The petals were turning to dust. They crumbled under my thumb. I watched the fragments fall. They drifted like ash. Like snow. Like the end of something. I am a man of the law. I am a keeper of the gate. I have served this house for forty years. I know the weight of a sword. I know the...

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