The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You are traveling north on the old railway line that cuts through the fog like a jagged scar in the skin of the moor, and the carriage rocks with a rhythm that feels less like movement and more like the slow, agonizing pulse of a dying heart. The year is 1912, or perhaps it is 1899, for time has become a viscous, unreliable substance here, thick and sweet as rotted honey, and the boundaries...

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