The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle guttered, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor of the High Court, and you stood there, twelve years old, holding a quill that felt too heavy for your hand. You wanted to write the King’s final decree. The air smelled of damp wool and old parchment, a scent that had seeped into your clothes until it was part of you. But the Chancellor, a man named Alistair who wore...

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