The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

I woke with the taste of iron and wet clay in my mouth, the dream still clinging to my skin like a second, heavier layer. I was in the cellar again, that damp, stone-walled belly of the house where the air hung thick and still, smelling of old root vegetables and the slow, sweet rot of things left too long in the dark. In the dream, the light was not from any lamp or window, but from the...

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