The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You are standing in the garden that does not exist, holding the weight of a letter that was never meant to be read. The air here is thick, viscous, tasting of copper and old rain, and the light is the color of bruised plums, hanging low over the manicured hedges that stretch out into a fog so dense it feels like a living thing pressing against your skin. You know this place. You have always...

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