The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed against the stained glass of the cathedral, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the quickening pulse in Margaret’s chest. She stood in the shadows of the nave, her fingers wrapped tightly around a single, wilting rose. The petal was dry, curled at the edges like burnt paper, its crimson hue faded to a dull, dusty brown. It was not a bouquet, but the last remnant...

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