The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall. It seeped. It oozed from the slate roof of St. Jude’s orphanage like a bruise spreading under skin. Elara sat on the cold floorboards, her back against the radiator that had not been lit in weeks. She was twelve. She was small. She was the only one left who remembered the smell of the before. Her friend, Silas, was gone. He had been there an hour ago. They had shared a...

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