The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You wake in the dark. The room is small. The stone is cold. You are in the tower. You remember the smell. Wet earth. Iron. The copper tang of blood on your lips. It is thick. It coats your teeth. You try to move. Your body does not answer. It is heavy. It is made of lead and old bone. You are here again. This is the third time. Or the fourth. You have lost count. The door is locked. The key is...

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