The Faded Bouquet
The stone of the Keep did not breathe, yet to Seraphina it hummed with a low, tectonic vibration that traveled up through the soles of her boots and settled in the marrow of her bones. She stood at the apex of the central tower, a place where the air was thin and tasted of iron and ancient dust, looking down into the courtyard where the shadows of the crows were already stretching long across...
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