The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud of the valley floor did not merely soak; it devoured. It pulled at the boots of Thomas Ashworth, a tangle of cold, sucking earth that seemed to have a memory of every bone that had ever broken within its reach. Thomas stood with his back against the rotting timber of the mill wheel, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that misted in the biting autumn air. Around him, the forest was...

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