The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The sensation began in the marrow of my left femur, a grinding, tectonic shift that felt less like pain and more like the slow, inevitable erosion of stone by water. It was a Tuesday evening in November, the kind of heavy, industrial dusk that settles over the city of Ashworth like a damp wool blanket, thick with the scent of coal smoke and wet cobblestones. I was sitting in my study, a room...

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