The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream begins in the dark, a wet, breathing dark that smells of rotting lilies and old blood. I am standing in the cellar of the Guild, my hands submerged in a vat of black sludge, watching the mold pulse against the glass like a diseased heart. It is not merely growing; it is speaking, hissing the true names of those who have broken their oaths, a sound like dry leaves skittering over...

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