The flower grew in the heart of an abandoned temple. He swore he would bring it to her as a token of his love.
He fought his way through the ruins until he came upon the nave.
A shaft of warm sunlight spilled through a broken window, illuminating an overgrown altar where a single white blossom grew. He carefully plucked it and brought it back for his lady.
She sniffed it delicately, and bade him sit while she made him tea.
In the kitchen, she poured the last of the old poison into the pot, glad to have fresh ingredients.

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