The Faded Bouquet
In the damp, subterranean cellar of the Blackwood Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where the air tasted of wet plaster and the metallic tang of old blood, Thomas Bradshaw stood before the glass case that held the evidence of his career’s final, shattering moment, watching the slow, inevitable decay of a single, withered rose that had once been the center of a bouquet so vibrant it seemed to...
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