The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The vial was heavy in Elara’s hand, a cold, obsidian weight that seemed to pull against the pulse of her wrist as she stepped off the carriage into the grey throat of the city. It was a small glass cylinder, stoppered with wax, containing a liquid so black it appeared to drink the light from the streetlamps, and it was the only thing she had brought from the estate that did not smell of decay....

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