The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of my boots. I stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking my uniform, the water running in dark rivulets into the cobblestones. The manor house loomed above us, a jagged tooth of stone and slate against the gray sky. It was not a home. It was a monument to order, to the cold, mechanical precision of the state. I...

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