The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone groaned under the weight of the sky, a deep, tectonic shudder that ran from the foundation up through the marrow of the arches, waking the dust that had slept for centuries in the vaulted ceiling of the sanctuary, where the light, thin and grey as old milk, fell in shafts that did not illuminate so much as expose, revealing the cracks in the mortar like the veins of a dying god, and I...

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