The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Clara. The name hit her like a physical blow, sharp and cold, snapping her awake before the alarm had even finished its first cycle. She was thirty-two, and the ceiling of her apartment in the old textile mill district pressed down on her, a slab of dry, cracked concrete that felt less like architecture and more like a lid sealing her in. The dream was already dissolving, leaving only the taste...

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