The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven into the earth, a ceaseless, grey hammering that blurred the boundary between the sky and the muddy lanes of the village. It was the kind of weather that belonged to another age, a pre-industrial gloom that settled into the bones of the stone cottages and the hollows of the men who lived within them. In the cellar of the old mill, where the damp...

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