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"Blood Roses"

She came to me wrapped in fog, her voice barely louder than the smoke trailing from her lips. A silhouette shaped by secrets, with eyes that knew too much—and told nothing. "You're looking for the truth," she said. "But the truth is buried deeper than bones." I followed her anyway. Of course I did. She smelled like ash and gardenias. Like

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