The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink moves. You have watched it for three hours, sitting in the dark of the sub-basement, your breath fogging in the cold air. It crawls across the vellum, a slow, viscous tide, rewriting the names of the dead. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are hungry. The hunger is a physical weight, a stone in your gut that has not left since the funeral. You came here for the charter. The...

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