The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not stop. It fell in a gray sheet, blurring the world into a watercolor of mud and rust. I sat in the back of the taxi, watching my hand. It was trembling. The skin over my knuckles was pale, stretched tight, as if the bones beneath were trying to push out. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. Fourteen minutes to the station. I had the ticket in my pocket. I had the bag. I had...

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