The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron door shuts behind you with a finality that feels like a bone breaking. You are alone in the chapel. The air is thick, stale with the scent of damp stone and old wax. You press your back against the cold wall. Your hands are shaking. Not from fear, but from the effort of holding them still. You are a man who has held his ground before. You have held the line when the mud turned to...

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