The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mirror was not a mirror, not really, but a window into a room that did not exist, a place where the air hung thick and sweet with the scent of rotting lilies and wet plaster, and I stood before it in the silence of my office, a room that should have been safe, a room that should have been a fortress of reason and protocol, but which had instead become a throat into which I was being...

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