The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The anchor slipped. I looked up from the plans, my hands slick with the black sap that wept from the masonry. "You’re pulling the load," I said to the wall. "Stop pulling." The stone did not stop. It groaned, a low tectonic rumble that vibrated through the soles of my boots. I was Qiang Huang, a structural engineer, and I was trying to save a woman who was not a woman, but a coma, trapped in...

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