The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The Duke’s hand trembled as he held the cup, a fine shudder that cracked the porcelain rim with a sound like a breaking twig. "You are asking for the impossible, Thorne," he said, his voice thin and reedy, stripped of its usual command. "The garden is sealed by royal decree. No one enters after dusk. Not even me." I stood at attention, my back rigid, the weight of the uniform pressing into my...

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