The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dampness in Vael did not merely settle into the stone; it grew there, a mossy, persistent rot that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak doors of the Order of the Pale Gate, his uniform pressed so tight against his ribs that breathing felt like a laborious, rhythmic struggle. He was thirty-two, a man whose face had been carved by years of...

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