The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron. You stood in the center of the village square, the cobblestones slick beneath your bare feet, and you felt the cold seeping into your marrow. It was a cold that had no season. It was the cold of a room where the fire had been extinguished centuries ago. "Give it back," you said. Your voice...

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