The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mist did not lift. It thickened. We walked. "Keep up, Thomas," Old Silas said. His voice was dry. Like leaves. "The path is gone. You see it?" I looked down. The ground was black mud. No footprints. Just the mud. I was an American. I had crossed the ocean. I had left my wife. I had left my home. I was here for the work. The work was to find the truth. The truth was in the water. "We are...

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