The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog did not lift. It settled, thick and gray, against the window glass of the carriage like a living thing pressing its face against ours. I watched it smear across the pane, distorting the landscape into a blur of black trees and white void. My hand trembled on the velvet seat. I kept it there, clenched, knuckles white, trying to hold my own body together. The train moved through the...

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