The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You are wrong. I am not the monster. The ink bleeds. It spreads on the page. Like a bruise. Dark. Purple. Black. My hand shakes. I look up. Arthur is there. He stands by the door. His face is pale. His eyes are wet. He does not speak. He only looks. The room is cold. The radiator ticks. A metal sound. Sharp. Painful. I put down the pen. The ink dries. The words remain. *He is a beast.* *He eats...

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