The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the final page was moving. I watched it bleed upward from the bottom margin, a dark vein rising through the parchment like a capillary filling with blood, while my hand, frozen in the air, held the quill poised above the next line. The wind outside Blackwood Hall was a physical weight, pressing against the glass, rattling the leaded panes of the library window with a sound like dry...

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