The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the pillow, the paper thick and heavy as cardstock, smelling faintly of the lavender water Elara had used to clean the linens that morning. She had not opened it. She did not need to open it to know who had sent it, for the seal was the black wax of the Blackwood crest, pressed with a force that had cracked the envelope’s edge. Lord Blackwood had sent the lilies, too, a dozen...

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