The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The house breathed. That was the only way I could describe it. It was a slow, rhythmic expansion of the chest-wall, the creaking of floorboards that sounded like the cracking of old knuckles. I had lived in this estate for thirty years, or perhaps thirty nights; time had become a viscous fluid here, thick as tar, pooling in the corners of the parlor where the dust motes danced in the gray...

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