The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Chapter One Colm Tuohey sat in the grey light of the temple infirmary, his fingers working the torn sleeve of a ceremonial robe with a needle that felt like a bone splinter. He was thirty-two, a court tailor in the stone country of the Burre, and he had not slept in two days because the fabric whispered his name. The sound was not in the air but in the wool, a low, persistent hum that marked...

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