The Faded Bouquet
The candlelight trembles against the stone walls of the cellar, casting long, distorted shadows that dance like ghosts across the damp floorboards, and you sit there, your hands bound by ropes that bite into your wrists, watching the man who was once your husband kneel before you with a look of such profound, terrifying devotion that it makes your stomach churn with a nausea that is not quite...
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