The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the town hall smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a cloying scent that seemed to hang in the rafters like a shroud. We were gathered in the grand, echoing chamber for the annual review of the university’s community engagement initiative, a bureaucratic ritual that had long since lost its meaning. I sat near the back, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the...

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