The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The needle pierced the flesh of my left hand. It was a thin silver pin. It went deep. I did not scream. I held my breath. The blood welled up. Dark. Thick. It dripped onto the white tablecloth. A single drop. Then another. Master Aldous watched. He did not look at my hand. He looked at the ceiling. He was praying. Or perhaps he was thinking. It was hard to tell. The air in the chapel was cold....

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