The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dispatch lay on the desk, the ink still wet and heavy, smelling of iron and cheap tobacco. You picked it up, the paper trembling in your fingers, not from cold but from the sheer weight of the words you had just committed to the page. It was the final proof, the damning evidence of General Halloway’s orders to burn the village of Kestrel, and you intended to send it to the capital before...

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