The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream began, as it always did, in the attic, a space that smelled of dry rot and the specific, dusty sweetness of old paper. Elias stood before a wall of mirrors, not one, but a dozen, arranged in a chaotic, overlapping geometry that defied the square architecture of the house. In the glass, he did not see his own face, but the face of his brother, Julian, who had died three winters ago, or...

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