The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The road was a wound in the earth. It bled mud. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. They were filled with the wet clay of the valley. He walked because he had to. The order was in his pocket. It was a small, folded square of paper. It smelled of ink and old fear. He did not look at it. He knew what it said. He knew what it meant. The forest closed in around him. The trees were tall. They were...

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