The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold mist that settled into the stone walls of the precinct and the bones of those who dwelt within them. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the High Inquisitor’s desk, his uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to his frame with a suffocating intimacy that mirrored the weight of the accusation hanging in the air. He...

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