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... deep, vivid purple, soft and almost translucent under the light.
He recognized it immediately, it was just like the one in his dream.
Only, this time, there was no garden, no other flowers or warmth stretching endlessly around him.
Just him.
Rooted.
Still.
Alone.
"*****, my sweet, sweet flower boy!"
The voice came like sunlight, it was warm and familiar.
The moment he heard it, something inside him loosened, something tight ...
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