The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Act I The air in the vault tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that Fernand Girard felt on the back of his tongue before he even opened his eyes. He was forty-five years old, an archivist of the court, and he had spent two decades cataloging the debts of kings, yet he had never seen anything like the bouquet in the center of the room. It was not drying. It was rotting. The petals,...

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