The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The door had been locked for three days, and the cold had settled into the marrow of Margaret’s bones, a damp, creeping thing that no amount of huddling could shake. She sat on the bare stone floor of the tower cell, her knees drawn to her chest, and watched the single sliver of moonlight cut across the floor like a blade. The silence was not empty; it was heavy, pressurized, filled with the...

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