The Bone Rose

It was untimely plucked from the garden that sat beside the frozen lake, Cocytus, in the Ninth Circle of Hell, and although the weeping bone rose was most assuredly dead, when steeped in hot water, it made a joyous tea that sang when sipped slowly by those sinners whose souls were free of treachery.

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