The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The house breathed. I felt it in the floorboards, a slow, rhythmic heave beneath my bare feet. It was an old house. Older than the village. Older than the king who had ordered its stones laid in the gray dawn. I was a scholar of its decay. My tenure depended on it. My survival depended on the grant, and the grant depended on the house. I had forgotten my name. I remembered only the dust. I...

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