The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, against the stone face of the Keep. It was a sound like grinding teeth, a constant, low-frequency hum that vibrated in the marrow of Sir Kaelen’s bones. He stood before the great mirror in the antechamber, a slab of polished obsidian framed in tarnished silver. The glass did not show him his armor. It showed him the ghost beneath. Kaelen was a man...

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