The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The chandelier hangs above you like a frozen constellation of shattered stars, its crystal prisms catching the candlelight until the air itself seems to hum with a low, electric vibration that you feel not in your ears but in the marrow of your bones. You are sitting at the head of the table, a position that feels less like authority and more like a trap, your hands folded in your lap where...

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