The Faded River
You wake in the apartment that used to be your mother’s, the air thick with the scent of lavender sachets that no longer hold their potency, a ghost of a fragrance that haunts the linens and the curtains, wrapping around your ankles as if to remind you that you are not the girl who once danced in this room, but the woman who now sweeps the dust beneath the bed where secrets have settled into...
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