The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The blood was warm, a shocking, visceral orange against the grey wool of my coat, and I did not wipe it away, for to wipe it away would be to deny the violence that had just erupted from my own chest, a violence that felt less like murder and more like a necessary exhalation after years of holding my breath in the damp, coal-choked air of this godforsaken mill town. I stood there, in the center...

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