The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the cellar tasted of wet stone and rot. You stood there, breathing shallow, quick gasps that rattled in your chest. The lantern flickered. Its light was a dying thing, yellow and weak. It barely pushed back the dark. The dark pressed back. It had weight. It had teeth. You were a soldier. Or you had been. Before the wall fell, before the order came down from the High Command, you were...

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