The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train from Lyon to the coast was a hollow metal mouth, swallowing the afternoon light and exhaling it in cold, rhythmic sighs. Elias sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed against the window glass as if he could push the landscape away. He was a man who had learned to disappear, to become a draft under the door, a shadow that did not cast its own shape. Beside...

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