The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The vase stood on the mantle, a jagged mouth of silence. Silas stared at it. It had been whole an hour ago. Now it was a ruin of shards, each one reflecting a different angle of the dim, yellowed room. The water pooled on the floorboards, dark and spreading. It looked like blood. It looked like ink. It looked like the end of something he could not name. He did not pick up a piece. He did not...

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