The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

My fingers were already buried in the damp clay when the first black vein of decay spread across the parchment. I was thirty-two, a junior archivist in the Viceroy’s Office, and I had been told that the Faded Bouquet would grant me time, a strange currency I had never asked for but desperately needed. What stood against him was not a ghost, but a hunger, a medium-level curse that drained years...

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