The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The greenhouse had become a tomb of glass and iron, and inside it, roses that should have died years ago were still blooming—pale, stubborn, wrong. Eleanor Whitcombe stood at the edge of the gravel path, her basket heavy with cuttings she didn't want to make. Each stem she trimmed felt like a small betrayal, but the overgrowth was swallowing the stone bench where James had sat a thousand...

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