The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of the tongue and refused to wash away. It was not a room, not truly, but a sprawling, industrial cathedral of iron girders and stained glass that depicted scenes of labor and loss, suspended in a twilight that did not change, did not fade, did not breathe. The gaslights hissed in their...

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