The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"You look like hell, lad." I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My jaw was locked tight, a vice of bone and grit. The air in the cellar tasted of damp stone and old blood. It was thick. Heavy. It sat on my tongue like lead. "Speak, Thomas." My voice came out as a rasp. A dry leaf skittering over pavement. "I’m done, Sir." "Done." He laughed. A wet, hacking sound. It echoed off the low ceiling. The...

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