The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-18 05:06:38 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain does not fall here. It seeps. You stand in the center of the Hall of Echoes. The floor is black marble, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps that no longer exist. The air tastes of copper and wet wool. You are a Sergeant. You know this because the badge on your chest is heavy, cold, and indented into your flesh as if it were growing there. You have worn it so long you cannot remember...

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