The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Blackwood District into a slick, treacherous mire. I stood before the iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum, my uniform soaked and heavy, the water dripping from the brim of my cap into my eyes. My daughter Clara was inside, scheduled for execution at dawn for what the court called a sanity crime,...

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