The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the shingle roof of the orphanage, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the wind. Margaret stood in the center of the dormitory, her bare feet slipping on the damp floorboards. She was twelve years old, though she had felt older for a long time. The room was cold. The heat had failed two days ago. Now, the air smelled...

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