The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the damp air of the industrial age. It was written in a hand Elara knew well, though she had not seen it in twenty years. The ink was faded, the script brittle. It was a summons. Or perhaps a release. The words were simple, demanding her return to the estate in the hills where the mist never lifted. Elara sat in the chair, her fingers...

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