The Faded Bouquet
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old university quadrangle into slick, black mirrors. I stood by the tall, arched window of my office in the Humanities building, watching the water streak down the glass, and felt a strange, hollow lightness in my chest that I tried to dismiss as...
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