The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain against the glass did not fall; it crawled, a slow, viscous tide of gray that blurred the world outside into a watercolor of indistinct shapes. I stood before the great archway of the Hall of Whispers, my fingers tracing the cold stone, feeling the vibration of a building that seemed to breathe beneath the surface. It was a structure of impossible geometry, a library that existed in...

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