The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone floor of the crypt is cold, a silence so deep it has weight, pressing against your eardrums like the hull of a ship sinking in the deep Atlantic. You are here because you must be. The air smells of wet chalk and old iron, a scent that has seeped into the very marrow of your bones over the last three days. You do not blink. You do not breathe, or if you do, it is so shallow that it is...

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