The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Elara. The name was not a summons but a command, sharp and brittle as the ice forming on the windowpane, delivered by her father, Arthur, from the doorway of the study where he stood with his back to the light, his silhouette a jagged cut against the grey afternoon. Elara did not turn immediately; she was too busy watching the way the frost spidered across the glass, a white, crystalline web...

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