The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The taste of iron coats your tongue. It is a cold, metallic film that does not wash away. You are standing in a corridor that stretches into infinite darkness. The walls are slick with condensation, dripping with a slow, rhythmic pulse. It sounds like a heart. It sounds like a clock. You are not afraid. Fear requires a body that can tremble. You have a body here, but it is made of something...

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