The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-20 15:26:31 -

The Faded Bouquet

The hem of your dress is wet. You do not remember walking through the rain, yet the water clings to your wool skirts like a second skin, cold and heavy. You are standing in the hall of the Ashworth Manor. The floorboards groan under your feet, a low, mournful sound that vibrates up through your bones. In your hand, you clutch a bundle of lace. It is white, impossibly white, despite the soot and...

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