The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

I woke in the silence of the Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and ozone. My hands, usually steady enough to split a hair with a blade, trembled as I lifted the object from the cold floor. It was a bouquet, though the word felt inadequate for the thing I held. The stems were not green but a pale, translucent white, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light that mirrored my own...

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