The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron bars of the cell were cold, but it was not the cold that settled into your bones, a creeping frost that started at the toes and climbed the shins, but the silence. It was a heavy, wet thing, pressing against your eardrums, filling the hollow spaces of the room where sound should have lived. You sat on the stone floor, your back against the damp wall, and you looked at the object in...

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