The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the cellar was thick, tasting of wet limestone and old iron. It was not dark, exactly. The gas lamps hissed in their brass cages, casting a sickly yellow glow that made the shadows look like bruises on the stone walls. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling slightly at my sides. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. "You are late, Mr. Vane." The voice...

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