The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The truncheon strikes the wet brick beside your ear, the sound a dull, wet thud that vibrates through the masonry and into your shoulder. You are pinned, your back sliding against the cold, slick surface of the alley wall, the smell of urine and rotting cabbage thick in the November air. Above you, the faces of the crowd are a blur of soot and fury, their jeers a physical weight pressing...

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