The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cart rattled over the cobblestones. Dust rose. It settled in the creases of Elias’s coat. He held the satchel tight. The leather was worn. The brass clasp was dull. Inside lay the inventory. Not gold. Not silver. Threads. Elias was a tailor. A weaver of fates, the town called him. A joke. He smiled. The smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes were gray. The color of old rain. He had come to...

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