The Faded Bouquet
The rain had been falling on the grey facade of St. Jude’s for forty years, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that seemed to seep into the very mortar, eroding the stone grain by grain until the building looked less like a structure and more like a slowly dissolving memory of what it had once been. I had been the caretaker for the last decade, a role that required little more than a key, a mop,...
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