The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the high windows of the St. Jude’s Archive, turning the glass into a mirror of your own pale, exhausted face. You stood before the filing cabinet, your fingers hovering over the brass handle, trembling not from the chill but from the weight of the silence pressing against the walls. Here, in the basement of the...

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