The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream begins not with sight but with the smell of wet rot, a thick, sulfurous tang that coats the back of your throat as you stand in a corridor that stretches infinitely into the dark, the floorboards beneath your feet softening like wet paper under your weight. You are trying to wake up, or perhaps you are trying to go deeper, the distinction blurred by the oppressive silence that presses...

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