The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The tincture weighed exactly four ounces. You counted the drops into the glass vial, one, two, three, until the liquid pooled in the bottom like a dark coin. It was the third dose of the week. Your sister, Elara, lay in the bed by the window, her skin translucent as parchment, her breathing a shallow rattle that stopped when the house settled. You were a clerk in the manor, a man of ledgers and...

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