The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The car shudders as it crests the hill, the wipers slashing a rhythmic arc against the wet glass. You are driving. The wheel is slick with your own sweat, cold and clammy. Inside the cabin, the air is thick with the scent of old wool and something metallic, like blood on a tongue. This is the scent of the Coat. It has been with you for thirty years, stitched into the lining of your days, woven...

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