The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The wine is red. It is thick. It tastes of iron and old roses. You drink it because you must. The glass shatters in your hand. The shards dig into your palm. You do not feel the pain. You only feel the warmth spreading. You are in the cellar. The air is damp. It smells of rot. You are the prisoner. You are the sinner. You have always been the sinner. The door above groans. Footsteps. Heavy...

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