The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate does not lock, but it groans when you push it, a sound like a man clearing his throat before delivering a death sentence. You stand in the courtyard of Blackwood Hall, the air thick with the smell of wet slate and decaying lilies, and you hold the brass key in your right hand, your knuckles white, your breath visible in the chill of the industrial dawn. The fog here is not merely...

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