The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mortar crumbled before I could catch it. A fine dust of red brick and lime settled on the threshold of the cellar door, choking the air in the crypt beneath the chapel. I did not move. I could not. The silence that followed was not empty; it was heavy, pressurized, a physical weight against my eardrums that made my vision blur at the edges. Elara stood behind me, her hand still raised, the...

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