The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One In the high valleys of Auvergne, time does not pass so much as it accumulates, settling into the cracks of dead volcanoes like silt in a stagnant river. Violette Chevalier woke in the loft under the tin roof, the humidity of the summer air ruining the film on the back of her mind, blurring the edges of the dream she had just left. There, her mother’s wedding ring had shattered, the...
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