The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall smells of rotting lilies and ozone, a thick, cloying perfume that sits heavy on the back of your throat, refusing to be swallowed. You are sitting at the far end of the long mahogany table, the varnish under your fingertips cold and slick, while the other guests laugh in a high, metallic register that sounds less like joy and more like the screech of brakes on a subway track....

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