The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the Blackwood Conservatory smells of wet slate and crushed lilies, a scent so heavy it feels less like aroma and more like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You are seven years old, and your fingers are stained with the iridescent dust of the Night-Blooming Jasmine, a flower that does not exist in the natural world but thrives here, in the heart of the Ashworth...

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