The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate slammed shut. I heard the lock click. Then I heard my own heart. It beat like a trapped bird. I stood in the courtyard. The stone was cold. The air was thick. It smelled of wet ash. It smelled of iron. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I held the box. It was heavy. It was black. It was cold. I did not open it. I knew what was inside. I had seen it before. I had touched it....

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