The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell rang. It was a low, bronze sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I stood alone in the corridor. The air smelled of damp stone and old wax. I had not slept. I looked at the floor. The tiles were cracked. A spider moved in the corner. I did not care. I cared for the box. It sat on my desk. It was made of black wood. It was heavy. It was warm. It breathed. I knew it was a lie. But I...

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