The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One The smell of rotting kelp and wet wool hung heavy in the cellar, a thick, cloying fog that coated the back of Min-jun Jung’s throat before his eyes could adjust to the gloom. He stood by the stone floor where the black flowers were blooming, their petals unfurling with a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of his own terrified heart. He wanted the promotion, the steady...
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