The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey mist that clung to the windows of St. Jude’s Memorial Home like a shroud. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the atrium, her breath hitching in a rhythm that matched the erratic thumping of her own heart. She was not afraid of the dead. She had spent forty years speaking to them, translating their whispers into medical charts...

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