The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train did not stop; it simply ceased to matter, a iron beast that had swallowed the world whole and was now digesting it in the dark, trembling corridors of the night. I stood in the vestibule of the Royal Constabulary Special Transport Car, my uniform pressed so tightly against my ribs that it felt less like fabric and more like a second skin of chitin, brittle and unyielding. The air...

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