The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-19 18:48:24 -

The Faded Bouquet

The dream begins not with sight but with the weight of wool, a heavy, damp pressure against your chest that smells of old stone and the metallic tang of blood, though you cannot yet see where the wound is, only feel the slow, terrible seep soaking into the white cotton of your shirt, a cold river rising inside you while you stand in the center of the vast, silent dining room of the Ashworth...

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