The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a suffocating embrace that clung to the skin like a second, heavier coat. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my knees pressed tight against the bench, watching the rain streak the windows in erratic, jagged lines that blurred the passing landscape into a smear of gray and brown. Beside me, in the seat that had been mine only an hour...

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