The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the stone cottage, a relentless, hollow percussion that seemed to hollow out the bones of the house itself. I sat by the dying fire, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, watching the water stain on the ceiling spread like a bruise. My brother, Silas, was not here. He had been gone for six months, taken by the...

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