The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, grey mist that seeped through the heavy velvet drapes of the drawing room and settled into the floorboards like a persistent memory. I sat in the high-backed chair of my own making, or rather, of my own endurance, and watched the water trace its slow, treacherous paths down the glass. The room was vast, a cathedral of dust and silence,...

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