The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron bar struck my forehead with the dull, resonant crack of a judge’s gavel, sending a shower of sparks cascading down the wet cobblestones, and I did not flinch, for in that moment the pain was a welcome anchor against the dissolving certainty of my own existence, the blood trickling warm and thick over my eyes, mixing with the rain that had been falling for three days straight in this...

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