The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train stopped with a shriek that tore the sky open. We were in the capital, in the heart of the new empire. The windows shook. Dust rained down from the ceiling of the carriage. I held my sister, Elara, tight. She was small. So small. Her head rested against my chest. I counted her breaths. One. Two. Three. We had walked for days. The war had swallowed the fields. It had swallowed the names...

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