The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-18 03:01:44 -

The Faded Bouquet

The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and the wet, rhythmic tearing of roasted pork, a sound that vibrated in the hollows of your chest like a low, persistent hum of dread. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, a child among giants, your hands folded neatly in your lap, watching the grease of the meat congeal in the chandeliers’ light. The air was thick with the scent of rosemary...

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