The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Magnus Holm’s hands were already wet when the mail boat’s two blasts cut through the grey morning, and he did not stop until the final line of the cartographic log was inked. The water in the fjord outside the window of the low-orbit hotel was a cold, hard theater, the tide pulling back to expose the black ribs of the seabed, and the wind pressed against the glass with the weight of a physical...

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