The Faded Bouquet
You wake in the cold, not from a dream, but from a silence so heavy it presses against your eardrums like deep water. The air tastes of wet stone and old iron. You are in the Undercroft, the basement of the Ashworth Manor, a place that has been sealed since the reign of the last Duke. You do not remember how you got here. You do not remember your name, only the weight of the woolen tunic...
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