The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink in the well was black, but the tears on the canvas were red. I watched the Duchess’s eyes weep again as the High Chancellor spoke, his voice a dry rattle of lies in the vaulted archive. He claimed the estate was insolvent, a ruin of debt and madness. I stood before him, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer weight of the air. I needed the inheritance. My daughter, Lily,...

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