The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter on my desk was not addressed to me, but to the Board of Wardens, and the ink was still wet enough to smell of iron and damp earth. It was a formal notice of vacancy for the post of Head Warden, a title that had been vacant since the death of old Mr. Halloway’s predecessor, and it sat there, a small white square in the center of the dark wood, waiting for a signature that I had not...

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