The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall in the upper district smelled of rotting lilies and expensive perfume, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat like varnish. You stood in the corner, hands clasped behind your back, watching the Guild Master, Halloway, distribute the tax notices with the mechanical precision of a clockmaker. The air was thick with the unspoken fear of the Wilt, that creeping...

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