The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The building did not sleep. It breathed. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium. The air was thick. It tasted of copper and rot. Around him, the pillars wept black sap. The sap moved slowly. It dripped onto the marble. The marble hissed. It turned to gray dust. Elias did not move. He was still. He was stone. He had been here for days. Or years. Time was a liquid. It pooled at...

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