The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The tribunal was scheduled for nine, and I was already sweating through my shirt in the basement archive, where the air tasted of copper and old, damp paper. I am thirty-four, a junior archivist, and I need to clear my name before the institution decides I am part of the problem rather than a victim of it. The rule is simple, brutal, and absolute: the Sickness, a parasitic fungal entity that...

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