The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the infirmary tasted of copper and old stone. Silas stood by the window. The glass was cold against his forehead. Outside, the rain lashed the walls of the abbey. It had been raining for three days. The water ran in sheets down the slate. It pooled in the moat. The smell of wet earth hung heavy in the room. Silas was the Head Brewer. He had worked here for forty years. His hands were...

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