The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The clock stood still. It was a brass thing. Old. Heavy. It sat on the desk. Margaret held it. Her hands shook. The dust motes danced. They danced in the light. The light was thin. It cut through the fog. She was a scholar. She studied the past. She loved the past. She loved it too much. The university called her eccentric. They called her obsessed. They did not understand. The institution was...

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