The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The soot fell like a grey snow in the factory district, coating the cobblestones of Ashworth Lane in a fine, powdery dust that settled into the creases of Margaret Holloway’s face and the folds of her black dress. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, time having lost its linear grip on her since the incident in the cellar, but the rhythm of the looms in the adjacent textile mill provided a...

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