The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the night air of the manor, a sound so raw and animalistic that it silenced the wind in the elms and froze the very dust motes dancing in the moonlight. I stood in the doorway of my workshop, the heavy oak frame vibrating under the force of the shock, holding a pair of silver scissors that felt suddenly heavy and useless...

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