The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You dream of the ironwork first. It is not the rust you expect, but a living, breathing lattice of black metal that climbs the side of the old municipal archive, twisting like vines in a storm. In the dream, the building is not stone but skin, sweating a thin, cold mist under the grey, industrial sky. You are standing in the yard, but you have no legs. You are only eyes and ears, suspended in...

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