The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The name of the King was spoken by the wind, and then by the stone, and then by the silence that followed. Elias Thorne stood in the antechamber of the Obsidian Hall, his fingers tracing the cold, wet condensation on the brass railing. He was forty-two years old, the Royal Archivist, a man who had spent two decades cataloguing the breaths of dead kings in a ledger that cost the Crown three...

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