The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You hold the pen. It is a cheap thing, plastic, yellowing at the grip. The ink runs dry, scratching against the paper like a mouse in the walls. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two. You are the night archivist at St. Jude’s. You want the pension. You need the pension. Winter is coming. The heating bills are due. The warden, Mr. Halloway, sits behind the desk. He does not look at you. He...

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