The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The broth was thick and black, smelling of iron and burnt sugar, and I told myself it was just the smell of the coal smoke seeping through the walls of St. Jude’s. I ladled it into the tin trays, my hands trembling slightly, not from the cold of the kitchen but from the memory of Julian’s face, how it had looked when I saw him on the intake list three days ago. He was there, listed under...

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