The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The jar sits on the mantelpiece, heavy with the weight of things unsaid, and you are still there, still breathing in the cold draft that seeps through the shutters of the old manor. You know what he wants. You have always known what he wants, even before he spoke it, even before the first bruise bloomed purple on the back of your hand. The air in the house is thick, not with dust, but with a...

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