The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the attic was always cold, a specific, biting chill that had nothing to do with the November wind rattling the eaves. It settled in the corners, a heavy, damp presence that seemed to hold its breath. I had spent forty-two years as a history professor, teaching the rise and fall of empires, yet I could not account for the simple fact that the temperature in the loft dropped ten...

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