The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The document lay open on the oak desk, its edges curling like dead leaves in a draft, and I read the final line of the Abbot’s confession, my breath held tight in my chest until the air in the room turned thin and cold. I was twenty-four, bound by a debt of twelve years to the Abbey of Saint Jude, and I had come to copy the Abbot’s final words to secure the parchment that would set me free, but...

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