The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mist clings to the valley. It does not lift. You walk. The stones are slick. Cold. The air tastes of iron and old rot. You carry the jar. It is heavy. The glass is thin. It weeps. You are not human. You have never been human. But you feel the weight. You feel the cold. You feel the fear. The village of Oakhaven sleeps. Or it pretends to. The windows are dark. The shutters are tight. You...

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