The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The locket is heavy. It sits in your palm like a stone pulled from a riverbed. Cold. Smooth. It belongs to Margaret. She wore it for forty years. Now it is yours. You are standing in the kitchen of the house on Elm Street. The walls are peeling. The air smells of dust and old paper. Outside, the city hums. A low, industrial thrum. Trains passing. Factories coughing smoke into the gray sky. It...

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