The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell above the door did not ring. It clanged, a dull, heavy bronze sound that vibrated in my teeth. I looked up from the counter. My hands were stained with indigo and tannin, the permanent signature of a dyer’s life. The man standing in the doorway was small. He wore a coat of black wool, wet at the shoulders. He did not look at the fabric. He looked at me. "Mr. Halloway," he said. His...

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