The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The object in Sir Aldric’s hands was a withered stem, brittle as dry bone, holding a single blackened petal that crumbled at the slightest tremor in his grip. He sat in the stone chair of his cell, the leather of his gauntlets creaking with every shallow breath, and listened to the silence of the chapel above, a silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath of a predator. The...

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