The Faded Bouquet
The collapse does not begin with a sound, but with a silence so absolute and heavy that it presses against the eardrums like deep water, a void where the air used to be, and then the world shatters in a single, violent exhalation of dust and fractured plaster as the ceiling of the St. Jude’s Annex comes down, not entirely, but enough to seal the room in a tomb of its own making, leaving you...
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