The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The feast hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the stone walls and the breath of the guests. Elara stood near the great hearth, her fingers white-knuckled around the hem of the velvet cloak draped over her shoulders. It was her husband’s cloak, cut from a fabric so deep a red it looked like dried blood, and it weighed more than...

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