The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dress was tearing at the hem. I felt the silk give way, a long, slow rip that ran up the back of my calf. It was a sound like a gasp. I did not look down. I kept walking. The floorboards groaned under my weight. They were old. They were tired. They knew what was coming. Thomas stood in the doorway. He was holding a glass of water. He was not drinking it. He was watching me. His eyes were...

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