The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The hall of the Pale King smelled of roasted boar and stale wine, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to coat the throat of every guest. Sir Aldric stood at the head of the long table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the flickering candlelight in fractured shards. In his left hand, he clutched a bouquet of black roses, their petals dry and brittle, yet pulsing with a faint,...

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