The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the trembling gaslights. I stood at the threshold of the Abbey, my coat soaked through, the water dripping from the brim of my hat onto the muddy ground, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old parchment, and the faint,...

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