The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Elara. The name was dragged from the dark like a wet rope. It was not a voice, exactly. It was the sound of the foundation settling. Elara pressed her ear against the cold brick of the basement wall. She was forty-two. Her knees ached with the damp. She wanted the room cleared by Friday. The winter freeze was coming. The pipes would burst. The Board had sent the memo. Clear the basement. Seal...

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