The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, the seal broken. It was a summons from the Abbey, written in a hand so cramped it looked like a spider’s web, demanding the return of a silver brooch. I read it twice, the paper trembling in my hands, though the wind outside was still. My mother’s voice echoed in the silence of the cottage, a sound like dry leaves scraping against stone. She had...

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