The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream began, as it always did, in the grey, suffocating silence of the cellar where the air tasted of wet iron and old, forgotten prayers, a place that existed only in the hollow spaces behind Thomas Bradshaw’s ribs, a darkness that was not empty but heavy, a weight that pressed against his sternum with the persistent, rhythmic thud of a heart that had forgotten how to stop beating, a pulse...

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