The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-22 18:25:17 -

The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the ledger is still wet, three lines deep, each entry a small, dry scratch against the silence of the office. You count the hours until the next shift, seven hours, four minutes, a duration that feels less like time and more like a weight pressing against the base of your skull. The air in Blackwood Penitentiary always smells of damp wool and old iron, a scent that settles into the...

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