The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The needle slipped. It was a small thing, a glint of steel catching the dusty light, but it cut the thumb of my right hand before I could stop it. A bead of blood welled up, bright and hot against the cold, dark velvet. I stared at it, the red drop spreading into the weave like a stain that would never wash out. My hands were shaking. They had been shaking for weeks, a tremor that started in...

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