The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The heavy wool of my shawl, dyed a deep, arterial crimson, had long since lost its luster to the damp chill of the stone corridors. It clung to my shoulders like a second skin, a weight I had worn for forty years, now frayed at the edges where the fabric had rubbed against the rough-hewn walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. I ran my fingers over the wool, feeling the coarse texture, the way it had...

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