The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a man breaking in his sleep. Elias stood before it, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in twenty years. The metal was cold. The fog was thick. It tasted of rust and old rain. Behind him, the village of Oakhaven slept. The chimney smoke curled into the grey sky. He did not look back. Looking back was for those who had...

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