The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron taste is thick in your mouth, coating the tongue, a metallic film that does not wash away. You are twelve, and you are standing in the shadowed hall of the King’s palace, the air so still it feels like a held breath. Your father’s wrist is locked in the grip of the King, a man whose face is a mask of pale, unyielding stone. The King’s power is not a metaphor; it is a physical drain, a...

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