The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink is still wet on the page, a dark smear that looks less like writing and more like a bruise, and I am sitting in the library of the estate I am legally not permitted to own, listening to the house breathe. It is a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone, a whisper that only comes when I lie, a rule I have learned to my cost over the last three weeks since Clara’s death, for the...

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