The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You dream of the smell. It is sharp. It is chemical. It is the scent of formaldehyde and old wool. You wake with your heart hammering against your ribs, a trapped bird. The house is dark. The rain hits the windowpane in a relentless, rhythmic drumming. You sit up. The sheets are cold. You are a man who has worn a uniform for twenty years. You know the weight of a badge. You know the weight of a...

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