The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the letter was still wet, a dark, viscous smear against the cream of the stationery, and your fingers trembled as you held it up to the grey light of the archive window. The paper smelled of iron and old dust, a scent that had long since colonized the lining of your nose, but this particular stench was fresh, aggressive, a violation of the sterile, silent order you had maintained for...

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