The Faded Bouquet
The dream begins with the smell of wet earth and the sight of a black orchid, its petals unfurling with a slow, terrible grace against the grey light of your childhood bedroom. You are standing in the garden, but the garden is not the one you left behind in the quiet, rain-swept town of Oakhaven; it is a version of it stretched thin by time, where the hedges have grown into walls and the sky is...
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