The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate of the manor had not been closed in a century, yet it groaned like a dying beast as Margaret Holloway pushed it open, the rust flaking away under her fingers in flakes of dried blood. She was not entering a house; she was entering a wound. The air inside was thick, stagnant, and tasted of copper and old rot, a flavor that coated the back of her throat and refused to be swallowed....

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