The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The smell hit me first, a thick, cloying mix of beeswax, stale ale, and the metallic tang of old blood, before the sound of the feast reached my ears. “Elias!” The voice cut through the din of the harps and the clatter of trenchers. It was not a greeting but a summons, sharp and commanding. I turned, my joints popping in protest, and saw Corvinus standing by the dais, his eyes narrow slits...

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