The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet chalk and the sweet, rotting perfume of the moor’s late-blooming heather, and it was into this pervasive dampness that we carried the heavy, gilded casket of my father’s final delusion. The town itself seemed to breathe with the same slow, arthritic rhythm, the cobblestones slick with a film of...

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