The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud on the doorframe was black and caked, a thick crust of earth that had been worn smooth by the feet of the dead. I stood in the hallway of the Blackwood Asylum, my hand hovering over the ledger, the leather cover slick with the dampness of the siege. I wanted to burn it. I wanted to feed the pages to the stove and watch the ink curl into ash, erasing the names of those I had failed. The...

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