The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the desk. It was not sealed. The ink was still wet, glistening like a bruise. Elias stared at it. The paper was thin. It smelled of sulfur and old rain. He did not pick it up. He knew what it said. He had always known what it would say. The words were not in the letter. They were in the air. They were in the way the shadows in the room had lengthened, stretching toward him...

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