The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The first petal fell like a drop of blood. It landed on the black leather of the ledger, a stark crimson against the inked figures. I did not look up. I knew what it meant. I had known for months, since the vines began to creep through the cracks in the stone foundation, since the air in the cellar turned sweet and cloying, like rotting fruit left in the sun. The house was dying. Or perhaps, I...

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