The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gates of the Blackwood Sanatorium did not creak so much as they groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the estate, a sound that had settled into the bones of anyone who had lingered too long in these shadowed halls, a warning that the walls themselves were listening, breathing, and judging. Elara Vance stood before the heavy oak door of the Head...

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