The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the Hollow tasted of ozone and old rust. It was a thin, metallic flavor that coated the tongue, a constant reminder that the world here was not solid. It was a construct. A leaky vessel held together by will and wire. Mara sat on the edge of the precipice, her legs dangling over a void that did not end. It simply faded into a static gray. She was counting the seconds between the...

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