The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the walls of St. Jude’s Asylum were weeping. You stood in the corridor outside Room 402, your night watchman’s flashlight cutting a pale cone through the damp air, the beam trembling slightly in your grip. The humidity in the hallway was not merely wet; it was heavy, carrying a metallic tang of ozone that prickled the back of your neck, a scent that...

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