The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain hit the pavement like a warning. “Stay back,” Elias said. His voice was flat. Dead. The woman in the trench coat didn’t move. She stood at the edge of the asphalt, one hand gripping the strap of her bag. The other hand was open, palm up. In it lay a single flower. A rose. Or what used to be one. The petals were black. The stem was weeping a thick, red sap. Elias tightened his grip on...

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