The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood Institute, blurring the grey London street into a smear of charcoal and slate. I stood in the hallway, my hands trembling so violently that the manila folder in my grip crinkled with a sound like dry leaves. I was thirty-two, and in six hours, the board would vote on my permanent tenure. If I failed, I would lose my pension, my...

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