The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had been hammering against the window of the Blackwood Institute for three days straight, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that turned the air in the basement archive into a thick, damp soup of mildew and old paper. I stood before the steel door, my hand resting on the cold iron handle, holding a box of matches that felt heavy in my palm, the cardboard soft and soggy from the humidity....

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