The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One "You’re bleeding from the ears, Astrid, and you still want to walk into the fog?" I wiped the red fluid from my lobe with a thumb that felt numb, heavy, and wrong, while the recycled air of the habitat hummed its low, electric note. The watchtower was supposed to be empty, a relic of the old border patrols that used to walk the slate hills before the dome sealed the village in, but...
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