The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a low, grey mist that clung to the brambles of the Blackwood Ridge like wet wool. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her school uniform sodden and heavy, the white shirt darkening at the hem where the mud had splattered. In her hand, she held a small, sealed tube of glass. Inside, a single word hovered, suspended in a vacuum of...

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