The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The wool is itchy against your neck, a persistent, dry friction that reminds you of the silence in the archive. You are walking along the old railway line, the ballast crunching under your boots with a sound like breaking teeth. The landscape is a bruised purple in the twilight, the heather low and damp, smelling of rot and iron. You are carrying the coat. It is not your coat, though it has...

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