The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train cut through the dark like a blade of light, slicing the fog that clung to the European countryside. I sat in the corner of the second-class car, my hands resting on my knees, fingers intertwined. The rhythm of the wheels was a steady heartbeat, a metronome counting out the seconds of my life. Outside, the landscape was a blur of gray and black, indistinct and indifferent. I was going...

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