The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The static had a taste, like copper wire held too long in the mouth, and it was growing louder. I checked the pressure gauge on the pump, a brass instrument with a face that looked like a skull, and noted the drop in needle. It was a small thing, a mechanical failure in a world that was failing faster. Outside, the Blackwood Ridge stretched out in a gray silence, the trees stripped of their...

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