The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You wake in a city that does not exist. The air is thick, wet with the scent of ozone and rotting lilacs. It is night, but the sky is the color of a bruise, purple and swollen. You are wearing your uniform. The wool is heavy, cold, clinging to your skin like a shroud. You know this feeling. You have worn it before, in the cold, in the rain, in the silence after the shouting stops. But here, the...

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