The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train shuddered to a halt in the black void, and the silence that followed was not empty but heavy, a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I sat in the carriage, my hands clasped tightly over the leather satchel in my lap, feeling the grain of the hide under my thumbs. It was a cold night in the industrial belt of Pennsylvania, the kind of chill that seeps into the marrow and...

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