The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The door locked behind you. The sound was final. A heavy, iron thud that swallowed the echo of your footsteps. You were inside. The air tasted of rust and old grease. It smelled like the inside of a machine that had stopped breathing long ago. This was the boiler room. The heart of the mill. It was a place of shadows and heat, a belly of iron where the world outside ceased to exist. You stood...

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