The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain has been falling on the roof of the asylum for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that sounds less like water and more like the slow, wet grinding of millstones, and you are sitting in the center of the ward, holding a hand that is not quite a hand, but a cluster of pale, trembling fingers that seem to possess a will of their own, a will that is slowly, inevitably, shattering...

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