The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The first thing I knew was the smell of rot. It was not the sweet, heavy perfume of the *Rosa Gallica* that usually hung in the air of the Whitehall Palace gardens at dawn, but a sharp, metallic stench, like old copper pennies left in the rain. I sat up in my narrow bed in the staff quarters, my heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic beat against my ribs, and looked at my hands. They were...

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