The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The warden’s key turned in the lock above you with a sound like a bone snapping, sealing the cellar door, and then the heavy iron bar was slid into place, leaving you in the dark with the smell of damp rot and the echo of your own breathing. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you are sitting on the cold concrete floor of the town archive, your fingers trembling as you trace the faded ink...

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