The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall smelled of rotting lilies. Thick, cloying sweetness. It sat in my throat like a stone. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From the sheer, crushing weight of the room. Dr. Elias Thorne sat across from me. He was a small man. Shrunken by years of smoke and silence. He held a glass of sherry. His eyes were dark. Deep pits. He did not look up. "You are...

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