The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream was not of the mist, but of the ink. You saw the black liquid pooling in the scriptorium, not on the vellum, but in the cracks of the stone floor, rising like a tide that knew your name. You woke with the taste of iron on your tongue, a metallic tang that had become the permanent flavor of your life since the Veil first curled through the arches of St. Jude’s. You are Elias Thorne,...

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