The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall. It poured. It hammered against the tin roof of the cottage like a thousand angry fists, a relentless, drumming violence that turned the night into a blur of grey and black. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers laced tightly around the hem of my nightgown. My heart was a bird in a cage, beating fast and frantic against the bars of my ribs. Outside, the world was...

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