The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream was always the same. Julian’s face, pale and slack, floating in the black water of the cellar, his eyes open but seeing nothing. Elara woke with the taste of wet earth in her mouth, the cellar door locked from the inside, the air in the house thick and suffocating. She was thirty-two, and the ancestral home was a debt she could not pay. Her father lay in the hospital, his lungs...

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