The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-18 12:40:14 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the carriage wheels groaned against the mud as if the earth itself were resisting our departure. I sat in the corner, my fingers wrapped tightly around the small, leather-bound journal that had belonged to my father. It was a heavy thing, its cover worn smooth by decades of handling, the spine cracked but holding together by sheer stubbornness....

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