The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mortar in the walls of the tower was failing, a slow exfoliation of lime and grit that rained down upon the stone floor in a silent, grey sleet. You stood in the center of the chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old iron, listening to the wind whistle through the cracks in the masonry. It was a sound like a hollow bone being struck, a resonance that...

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