The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Leeds did not wash the city clean; it merely glazed the grime, turning the slate roofs and brick facades into a slick, black mirror that reflected a world that was no longer quite real. I stood on the platform at Victoria, watching the steam from the departing 18:42 to Manchester curl into the damp air, a ghostly tongue tasting the cold night. Beside me stood Elias, his coat soaked...

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