The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream had no ceiling, only an endless, suffocating expanse of dark green water that rose around my ankles, cold and heavy as wet wool, and in the center of this liquid void stood a single, ancient oak tree, its roots clawing into the silt, its branches bare and twisted like the fingers of a man who has been drowning for a century, and I knew, with a certainty that bypassed thought entirely,...

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