The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train slowed. The wheels groaned against the iron tracks, a sound like teeth grinding in a long, silent scream. Outside, the trees were black skeletons against a sky the color of bruised slate. Margaret sat by the window. Her hands were folded in her lap. They did not move. She watched the landscape blur into a smear of gray and green. Elias stood at the far end of the car. He did not look...

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