The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Act I Sarn Tovey remembered the smell of wet chalk and old iron before he remembered the sound of the bell, which had rung only once, a single, hollow note that still echoed in the hollow of his chest. He stood now at the edge of the terrace, looking back at the night that had broken him, the rain having finished its work and left the world scrubbed clean and cold. He had wanted only his...

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