The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bone was white. It sat on the slate table, cold and smooth. Elias held it between his thumb and forefinger. He looked at it. He looked at his hands. They shook. He was a man of duty. He wore the grey suit. He wore the tie. He wore the mask. The mask was skin. It fit tight around the eyes. It stretched over the nose. It sealed the mouth. Inside, the air was stale. Outside, the town breathed....

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