The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The brass key, cold and pitted with verdigris, sat in Elias Thorne’s palm like a dead insect, its weight a small, undeniable fact against the hollow ache of his stomach. He stood in the rotunda of the Palace of Vane, a space that had once echoed with the cadence of state dinners and now held only the damp, settling silence of a structure slowly digesting itself. The air tasted of wet plaster...

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