The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron and rot in his mouth. The dream was always the same. A black orchid, thick as a man’s thumb, pushing through the soil of Margaret’s grave. It did not smell like a flower. It smelled like ozone and old blood. He sat up in the narrow cot of his border station, the cold air biting at his exposed skin. He was forty-two, but his joints felt sixty. The winter...

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