The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink is still wet on the ledger when you find it, the black letters of Mara’s name bleeding into the heavy paper like a bruise spreading under skin, and you stand in the doorway of the Registrar’s office, twelve years old and shivering in a coat that is too thin for the November wind, watching the man behind the desk stamp the word Expired with a violence that makes the wood of the desk...

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