The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain hammered against the windowpane of the office, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to sync with the beating of my heart. I sat at the desk, the wood cold and slick under my palms, staring at the object before me. It was a small, brass pocket watch. Tarnished. Dead. The chain hung limp across the surface like a severed vein. I held it. My fingers closed around the cold metal,...

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