The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the archive smelled of vinegar and old paper. It was a sharp, acidic scent that clung to the throat. Elara stood in the center of the room. The shelves rose high into the shadows. They were made of dark oak. They groaned under the weight of history. Every box was labeled. Every folder was cataloged. Nothing was lost. Or so they said. She adjusted her gloves. The cotton was thin. It...

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