The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The gun is heavy. It is wet. You smell the copper. You smell the iron in your teeth. You are on your knees. The floor is cold stone. It is black. It is slick. You are fighting for your life. You are fighting for your breath. The thing that is you is not you. It is a shadow. It is a mirror that breaks. You are Major Elias Thorne. Or you think you are. The name feels loose in your mouth. It...

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