The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The door did not creak. It shuddered. Elias stood in the vestibule of the Abbey of St. Jude, his breath visible in the cold stone air. The air tasted of damp moss and old iron. He looked up. The vaulted ceiling was a dark sea, riddled with holes where the light had rotted out years ago. "Is he here?" the warden asked. His voice was dry. Like leaves scraping against gravel. Elias did not turn....

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