The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The jar sat on the desk. It was glass. It was full. The liquid inside was thick. It was dark red. It smelled of iron. I watched it. I did not touch it. The room was cold. The walls were stone. The air was still. A single candle burned. The flame was steady. It cast long shadows. The shadows moved. They stretched across the floor. They reached for my feet. I pulled back. My heart beat fast. My...

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