The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windowpane of the asylum, a grey, relentless finger probing the cracks in the glass, while inside the air hung thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old fear, a scent that had settled into the pores of the walls so deeply that no amount of scrubbing could ever quite wash it away, leaving you suspended in a silence that...

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