The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain hits the windowpane with a rhythmic, hollow thud, a sound that has worn grooves into the silence of your office, a silence so thick it feels less like empty space and more like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, forcing you to breathe in shallow, jagged gasps that taste of copper and stale tobacco. You are sitting in the chair that was assigned to you three years ago, a...

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