The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fire started in the basement. You heard it first as a crack, dry and sharp, like a knuckle breaking in the dark. Then the smell. Not smoke, not yet. Something sweeter. Rot. The scent of lilies left too long in stagnant water. You froze. Your hand, still holding the brass key to the restricted archives, trembled against the cold iron door. You are a scholar. You deal in dust, in dates, in...

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