The Faded Bouquet
The smell is the first thing that takes you, a cloying, heavy perfume of decayed lilies and wet earth that clings to the back of your throat like a secret you are forbidden to speak. You are standing in the kitchen of a house that does not exist on any map, a place where the walls breathe with the slow, rhythmic pulse of the ancient stones, and the light coming through the high, narrow windows...
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