The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-18 20:10:10 -

The Faded Bouquet

The coat hangs on the hook by the door. You know its weight. It is heavy with damp and with the history of the last three nights. You have worn it to the archive, to the alley behind the bank, to the edge of the river where the water runs black and silent. It is a wool blend, charcoal grey, tailored to your frame. It is not just clothing. It is your skin. It is your shield. And it is dying. You...

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