The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cellar door groaned under Elias’s weight, the iron hinges shrieking in the damp dark. He pushed it open, the beam of his flashlight cutting a pale wedge through the stagnant air. The smell hit him first, thick and cloying, the scent of rotting lilies that should have died weeks ago. They did not. The flowers pulsed, a faint, rhythmic heat radiating from their stems, matching the erratic...

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