The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The parchment was thin, wet with the condensation of the cellar, and the ink had not yet dried. I held it up to the single tallow candle, my fingers stained black to the knuckles, and read the Abbot’s final decree. It was a list of transcriptions, but the first item was crossed out with a single, violent stroke of the quill. Beneath it, in a hand that trembled less than I expected, was written:...

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