The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, oily mist that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the textile mill, a grimy curtain through which the gaslights of the city bled their sickly yellow hue, and I stood at the center of the floor, the scent of damp wool and rotting cotton heavy in my throat, watching the inspector’s boots kick up dust that settled on the hem of my coat...

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