The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train cut through the moor with the indifferent rhythm of a metronome counting down to an inevitability that the passengers, mostly commuters in grey wool and damp coats, had long ceased to acknowledge. Eleanor sat by the window, her forehead resting against the cold glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a smear of bruised purple and wet brown. She was a botanist, a specialist in the...

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