The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Act I Baptiste Girard had spent thirty-four years in the trade of roots and bark, and he knew that a man who could not smell the rot before it touched the leaf was already dead. He stood in the damp, stone-walled cellar of the priory, the air heavy with wet limestone and the stale, metallic tang of old blood, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the desperate, hollow ache of hunger....

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