The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that turned the windows of the Blackwood manor into weeping eyes, blurring the world outside until the house felt less like a structure and more like a sealed tomb. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to coat the back of Margaret’s throat. She stood...

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