The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron collar rests upon your neck, cold as the stone floor beneath your knees, the weight of it a familiar, crushing anchor that defines the geometry of your existence. You are not a man in this place; you are a function of the Wardens, a mechanism of silence and stone, your name erased by the blackened leather tag that hangs from your shoulder, a tag that has long since lost its inscription...

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