The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air of the atrium, a suspended mist that smelled of wet concrete and old paper. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the glass dome, his shoes slick with a darkness that was not quite water. Around him, the employees of the Meridian Institute for Cognitive Preservation moved in slow, synchronized circles, their faces pale and uniform, their eyes fixed on a...

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