The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train hissed. It was a long sound. It cut the night air. Elara stood still. The platform was empty. Snow fell. It was fine. It was gray. It was not white. It was the color of old bone. She looked down at her hands. Her fingers were long. They were pale. She held a mirror. It was small. It was cracked. The glass was thin. She looked into it. She did not see her face. She saw the hall. She...

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