The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, heavy curtain of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the Whitmore Institute into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight of the streetlamps. Inside the high, vaulted ceiling of the main hall, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of the blood that seemed to seep from the walls...

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