The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. It slicked the cobblestones of the high street. Elias walked. His boots were wet. The leather creaked. He carried a box. Heavy. Wooden. Bound in iron. The handle cut into his palm. He did not flinch. Pain was a constant. A familiar friend. He walked toward the Palace. The Palace stood on the hill. Stone. Grey. Immovable. It did not change. It never changed....

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