The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The tower was a throat. It swallowed light. It swallowed sound. Silas stood in the center of the room. The floor was cold stone. His boots were wet. Water dripped from his hair. It ran down his face. He did not wipe it. He could not move. He was a statue of flesh and rust. The door was locked. The window was barred. The walls were thick. They hummed. A low, vibrating hum. It came from the...

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