The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"Look at it," said Elias. His voice was thin, scraped raw by years of smoke and silence. He pointed a trembling finger at the object on the table. Mara did not look. She kept her eyes on the floorboards, on the dark grain of the oak, on the small crack that ran like a vein through the center of the room. "Look at it, Mara." She turned. The vase was there. It was white. Porcelain. Thin as...

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