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... ear-round around the palace were cleared by noon, barely leaving the pungent sweet scent not a moment to linger; removed under the notion that they were an omen of death.
And yet to the one who twirled the petals in her fingers, it meant something else. She picked the ones off the wheelbarrows passing by, tucking a few into her blonde strands.
The yellow flowers that had turned black, faded into white. The gardens behind the palace met the rainforest’s edge.
Light rain cl ...
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