The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The gate was barred. I stood before it, the cold iron biting into my gloves, the weight of the crowbar in my hands a dull, familiar ache. I was Elias Thorne, warden of the blackstone keep, and I had been given until dawn to retrieve the silver chalice. The Abbot’s order had been simple, stripped of all courtesy. Find the cup, or lose your position. I had found the cup, or rather, I had found...

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