The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You wake in the dark. Not the dark of night, but the thick, velvet black of a space that exists only in the mind’s eye. The air is cold and tastes of iron and old paper. You are standing in a room that stretches beyond reason, its walls lined with shelves that climb into the mist above. On every shelf sits a glass jar. Inside each jar, a single object floats in suspension. A button. A rusted...

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