The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The jar is cracked. You see it first in the light. A hairline fracture, pale as a vein, running up the side of the glass. It holds the water. It holds the stems. But it is broken. You know this. You have known it since the morning the frost came in through the window frame, biting the wood, sealing the room in a silence that feels heavy, wet, and wrong. You are the scholar. You are the keeper....

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