The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mead tastes of iron and old rot, a sharp bite that cuts through the cloying sweetness of the Duke’s return feast. You sit at the far end of the long oak table, your back pressed against the cold stone of the keep, watching the flames lick at the damp timber of the ceiling. Your left hand trembles beneath the table, a rhythmic, humiliating vibration that you have spent the last five years...

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