The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-23 12:42:33 -

The Faded Bouquet

The ink was cold, a thick, viscous black that smelled of rotting lilies and damp earth, and Elias Thorne stared at the quill in his hand as if it were a knife he had not yet decided to use. He sat in the scriptorium, the only light coming from a single tallow candle that sputtered in the draft, the stone walls around him weeping that same black sap, a slow, endless drip that had been soaking...

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