The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Act I You will remember the twenty-three of the Amber Stair, the specific rung where the wood splintered under my boot as I ran for the scriptorium, because it was the last time I felt the ground hold firm beneath me. I was forty, a candle-maker in this remote monastery, and I wanted only to prove the accounts clean, to save my master from the rot I saw in the ledgers. The abbot’s inspection of...

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