The Faded Bouquet
In the damp, candlelit corridors of the medieval fortress, Sir Aldric held a shattered porcelain vase, the last gift from his deceased sister, while a persistent, cold whisper haunts the walls, urging him to flee the impending siege. The vessel was cracked down the center, a jagged white line running through the blue floral pattern, and he pressed his thumb into the gap as if he could push the...
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