The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The soup was thick. It sat in the ceramic bowl, a dark, opaque sludge of beef and root vegetables, its surface broken only by the slow, rhythmic pulsing of the broth. I stared at it. The steam rose in lazy, grey tendrils, carrying the scent of salt and earth, a smell that belonged to a time when the world was simple, when duty was a straight line from one horizon to the next. "Eat, Thomas." The...

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