The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter. I walked fast. My boots were wet. The water seeped in. It froze against my skin. I felt it then. A pulse. Not my heart. Something else. It lived in the walls. It lived in the stone. I am not human. I have never been human. I am the shadow that eats the light. I am the thing they call the Wraith of St. Jude’s....

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