The Faded Bouquet
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the administrative tower in a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Clara’s shoes, a physical manifestation of the storm that had been building inside the institution for weeks, a slow accumulation of resentment and bureaucratic inertia that finally broke open like a dam. She stood in the long, sterile corridor,...
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