The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The brass is tarnished. You hold it in your left hand. The metal is cold. It bites into your skin. You do not let go. The light is low. The gas lamps hiss. They burn with a sickly yellow glow. The air is thick. It smells of wax and old paper. And sweat. You are in the office. The walls are high. The wood is dark. It smells of varnish. You sit at the desk. Your chair is stiff. You have been...

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