The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell rang. It was not a chime. It was a scream. A thin, high-pitched shriek that tore through the air of the chapel, shattering the silence of the stone vaults. You froze. Your hand tightened around the iron gate. The metal bit into your palm. Cold. Sharp. Real. You are not a ghost. You are not a spirit. You are a creature of the soil, of the root, of the deep dark earth. You wear the skin...

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