The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The glass jar sat in my palm, cold and slick with condensation, the preserved lilies inside stiff and yellowing like old teeth. I could feel the vibration in my wrist, a low-frequency hum that matched the rhythm of the ventilation shafts overhead, a mechanical thrum that had become the background noise of my nights at St. Jude’s. I was thirty-two, a night-shift nurse with five years of service...

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