The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet slate, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue. He was standing in the center of the village square in Oakhaven, a place that had been quiet for decades, now humming with a low, subterranean vibration that he felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. The air was thick, not with mist, but with a heavy, viscous...

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