The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You stand in the center of the room. The air is thick, stagnant, tasting of old dust and the metallic tang of fear. It is night. The storm outside hammers against the single, barred window, a frantic rhythm against the silence within. You are the Warden. This is your domain. The walls are high, stone, cold to the touch. They do not yield. They do not breathe. You hold the key. You are the law....

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