The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain stretched across the skyline of the industrial district, trapping the soot and the silence. Margaret stood before the window in her attic room. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged it. She wiped it away. The view was a blur of brick and iron. Below, the streets were empty. The factories had stopped. The war had stopped. Or so the papers said....

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