The Faded Bouquet
You stand in the hallway of the house, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old paper, and you feel the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums like deep water. The house is a skeleton of a Victorian manor, its bones exposed and trembling under the relentless siege of the modern world outside, yet within these walls, time has pooled and stagnated into something heavy and...
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