The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger was cold, its leather spine cracked and flaking like old skin in Elias’s hands. He sat on the straw pallet of Cell 4, the damp seeping through the thin wool of his uniform, and stared at the page where the ink had been smeared by years of handling. The walls of the Blackwood Barracks were not stone, nor brick, but something organic, a dark, porous substance that pulsed with a faint,...

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