The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog rolled in from the moor. It tasted of iron and rot. I walked. The path was slick. My boots sank. The mud clung. It pulled at my heels. It wanted to keep me. I kept walking. The abbey loomed. Stone teeth against the gray sky. The gate was barred. I pushed. It groaned. It opened. Inside, the silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. I was alone. Or so I thought. The air was cold....

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