The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The wind off the Mississippi did not ask permission to enter; it simply took what it could lift. In the workshop at eighty-four of Corvid Lane, Amélie Hebert stood before the table, her hands trembling not from age, but from the cold damp that seeped through the floorboards. She was fifty-eight, a court florist for the parish, and her inheritance was still tied up in chancery, a legal knot that...

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