The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-23 06:46:12 -

The Faded Bouquet

The feast hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted boar and wet stone, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to cling to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He sat at the long oak table, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted his collar, aware of the dozens of eyes fixed upon him in the flickering candlelight. He was forty-five years old, a man who had spent two decades buried in the dust...

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