The Faded Bouquet
The dream began not with a vision of the afterlife, but with the sensation of a damp, heavy woolen cloak settling onto the shoulders of one who did not yet know she was wearing it, a weight that seemed to originate from the very marrow of her bones and slowly seep outward into the air, turning the sterile white light of the sanitarium’s morning into a murky, bruised twilight that clung to the...
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