The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The silk glove lay on the marble floor, a pale, lifeless thing, its satin surface already fraying at the knuckles where it had been dragged across the stone. It was a single hand, left behind in the haste of a flight that had taken the woman, but not her dignity. In the city of Vespera, a place of narrow, winding streets and perpetual twilight, objects did not simply break; they faded, losing...

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