The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The blood in the courtyard of the Blackkeep was thick, a cloying sludge that sucked at the boots of Sir Alaric Thorne as he stood before the High Justicar. It was the year 1348, and the air smelled of iron and wet stone, a scent that had become the background hum of Alaric’s life for twenty years of service. He did not look at the bodies piled against the wall; he looked only at the Justicar, a...

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