The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train whistle shrieked, a long, tearing sound that seemed to split the twilight sky in two, and you stepped off the platform with the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots that had walked too far. The air in Blackwood Manor was cold, not the crisp chill of winter, but a stagnant, damp cold that settled into the marrow, carrying the scent of wet slate and old paper. You were not the kind of person...

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