The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream is always the same, a suffocating loop of black petals and the smell of wet ash. You are Arthur Vane, thirty years old, your lungs still carrying the coal dust of the Blackwood pit, and you wake in the dark with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is 1904, and the cellar beneath your home is a sealed tomb, cold enough to bite the skin, where the deed to your father’s land lies hidden...

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