The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on your fingers is the color of dried blood, a fact that has ceased to be a metaphor and become, instead, the sole and unyielding truth of your existence, and you stand before the oak door of the Magistrate’s chamber, your breath hitching in a throat that feels constricted by the weight of the parchment you have spent three months transcribing, a document that contains not the words of...

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