The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

In Thomas Halloway’s hands, the shard of white porcelain was cold, heavy as a stone, and sharp enough to draw a bead of blood from his thumb. He held it up to the grey light of the October morning, turning it slowly, watching the fractured edge catch the sun. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, a collection of crooked houses and silent chimneys, waiting for a sign that the war was truly...

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