The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The storm broke over Harrowgate not with a roar, but with a silence so absolute it felt like the air had been sucked from the world. I remember the precise moment the sky turned the color of a bruise, a deep, sickly violet that promised violence. We were standing on the wet pavement of the town square, the clock tower ticking its indifferent rhythm above us. The rain did not fall; it struck. It...

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