The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the cellar tasted of iron and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat and refused to leave, as if the very atmosphere had curdled into a substance you could not swallow. You are seven years old, or perhaps eight, though time in this place has lost its linear dignity, stretching and snapping like old gut string until you can no longer tell if you have...

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