The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The feast is not a meal. It is a cage. You sit at the long table. The wood is dark. It weeps sap. The candlelight flickers. It dances in time with your pulse. You are hungry. You are cold. You are free. The room is vast. The ceiling is lost in shadow. Chandeliers hang like spiders made of glass. They drip light onto the plate. You look at the bread. It is hard. It is stale. You break it. It...

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