The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The velvet glove sat in Magistrate Elias Thorne’s palm, the leather stiff with age and the dark, rusty stain of old blood still visible in the crease of the thumb. It was a small, fragile thing, a relic from a life three years dead, yet it held a weight that buckled his knees as he stood in the damp, candlelit archives of the city-state, the air thick with the smell of rotting paper and wet...

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