The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cellar was a mouth of damp stone, breathing cold air into Elias’s lungs as he tightened his grip on the bouquet. The black roses were dry, papery things that had refused to rot for thirty years, their petals stiff with a silence that felt heavier than the earth above. He wanted to burn them. He wanted the smoke to rise and take the whispers with it, those low, grinding voices of the dead...

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