The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle flame bent left, though the air was still. Elara watched it, her knuckles white around the stem of a single, dried rose. It was the only light in the stone study, a fragile sphere of gold against the encroaching dark. The shadow in the corner did not move with the flame. It moved against it. "Julian," she whispered, though he was not there. He was in the cellar, weeping. Or perhaps...

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