The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey breath that clung to the stone walls of the cathedral like a shroud. I stood in the nave, my fingers trembling not from the chill, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the congregation. They were there, the high court of the diocese, robed in velvet and shadow, their faces obscured by...

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