The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud is thick. It clings to your boots. It sucks at your heels with a wet, greedy mouth. You are walking. You have been walking for three days. The rain has not stopped. It falls in sheets, cold and grey, blurring the world into a smear of slate and brown. You hold the box. It is small. It is heavy. It smells of iron and old blood. Your name is Thomas. You are a clerk. You carry ledgers. You...

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