The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The velvet sash was cold. It sat across Elias Thorne’s chest like a strip of dead skin, frayed at the edges, the deep purple faded to a bruised grey. He held it with a grip that had become involuntary, his knuckles white against the damp air of the archive. Outside, the wind howled against the high, narrow windows of the Vael Court, a sound like tearing cloth, but inside, the silence was heavy,...

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