The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-17 21:28:29 -

The Faded Bouquet

You are burning. The fire does not feel warm. It feels like a mouth. It eats the hem of your silk dress. It eats the lace at your wrists. You stand in the center of the drawing room. The walls are peeling. The wallpaper is the color of old bruises. Outside, the rain hammers the glass. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the smell of rotting flowers. You do not run. You look at the mirror....

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