The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle was dying. It sputtered, shedding a black tear of wax that pooled on the stone floor. I held my breath. The air in the chapel was thick, heavy with the scent of stale incense and something else. Something sweet. Rotting. My sister, Elara, stood before the altar. She wore the white dress. It was too large for her. The sleeves hung like dead limbs. Her face was pale. Not the pale of...

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