The Faded Bouquet
The first petal lay on my desk, blackened and dry, a silent accusation. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a constable of thirty-two years, serving in the damp, rotting manor of Lord Ashworth, and I have a daughter named Elara who is dying. The wasting plague has taken her strength, leaving her skin translucent over bone, and the village leeches have nothing left to offer. There is only one cure, a...
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