The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle guttered, casting long, trembling shadows across the damp stone floor of the cellar. I clutched the withered bouquet in my left hand, the dried petals brittle as old bone, while my right hand gripped the hilt of my sword, a useless talisman against the weight of the institution that had made me. I was Captain Elias Thorne, thirty years old, and I had come to the fortress of Blackwood...

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