The Faded Bouquet
Aldous, stand aside and let the wine flow, for the King’s eyes are upon you and the hour is late. The command came from the Lord Chamberlain, a voice thin as paper in the vast, echoing throat of the Great Hall, and Sir Aldous of the Royal Guard did not move, his hands locked around a bouquet of black lilies that had withered to the texture of old leather in the dry air of the midsummer night....
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