The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-19 22:03:20 -

The Faded Bouquet

The morning Margot left, the rain was not falling so much as it was being held in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, and it was this particular quality of the light, which seemed to suck the color out of the world and leave only a monochrome of damp and decay, that made her feel, for the first time in her long tenure at the Abbey, that she was truly gone,...

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