The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You arrive in Blackwood on a Tuesday. The rain is not water. It is a fine, gray mist that seeps into the marrow, a particulate suspension of rot and memory. You carry no luggage. You have no name that the town recognizes. You are simply the one who came from the city, the one who left the old world behind to start a new life in this damp, suffocating hollow. The house is small. It is made of...

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