The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain does not fall; it seeps. It is a gray, liquid mist that soaks into the stone of the Old Quarter, turning the cobblestones slick and treacherous. You are standing on the balcony of the Ashworth Tower, the highest structure in the city, a place that has stood since the reign of kings who no longer have names. The wind here is not air but a physical weight, pressing against your chest,...

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