The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The water in the bucket was ice-cold, seeping through the leather of your apron, and you held the stem of the white lily with a grip that was too tight, too desperate, as if you could crush the life out of it before it could crush yours. The conservatory hummed, a low, wet drone from the leaking pipes overhead, a sound that had become the background music of your failing business, Elias Thorne....

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