All save one of the daisies live the life most bouquets are doomed to: they are plunked into a convenient cup, decorating the kitchen table until they shrivel and die and eventually are tossed out into one of the garden planter beds.
But the exception spends a day behind her ear and comes back to the Gallows with her where it lives its brief life on the side table in her half of the room she keeps there.
A battered old book, well used and clearly purchased second hand, appears under his work gloves. On the inside page is written directly—
Dear Mr. Ellis,
Forgive me if you've read this already. It is a fictional account of rediscovering Calenhad Theirin's famed blade, Nemetos. I haven't read it myself, so you must recount the very best parts to me if you enjoy any of the text.
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But the exception spends a day behind her ear and comes back to the Gallows with her where it lives its brief life on the side table in her half of the room she keeps there.
A battered old book, well used and clearly purchased second hand, appears under his work gloves. On the inside page is written directly—