The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You stand in the hallway. The walls are white. They are too white. The air is cold. It smells of damp earth and old paper. You hold the bouquet. It is dead. The stems are brown. The petals are grey. You do not drop it. You grip it tight. Your knuckles are white. The house is quiet. Too quiet. You are the warden. This is your home. Or it used to be. Now it is a cell. A cell you built. You built...

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