The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The quill was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, its feather damp with a viscosity that defied the dry air of the scriptorium. He held it aloft, watching the black substance drip in a slow, heavy thread onto the parchment, where it did not dry but seemed to sink into the fibers like a bruise. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters of the manor, a sound like tearing linen, and within the room, the...

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