The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream was always the same, a sterile white room where the air tasted of ozone and copper. In the center of the room stood a table, and on the table sat a single vial of liquid so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. It was not wine, nor oil, but something thicker, more viscous, a suspension of matter that defied the eye’s ability to categorize. Elias Thorne woke with the taste...

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