The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

I woke with the taste of iron and old blood in my mouth, the metallic tang of a curse that had been chewed over for three centuries, and I knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has stared into the abyss and seen his own reflection staring back, that the cycle had not merely begun but had tightened its grip around my throat like a noose woven from spider silk and regret. I am the last of...

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