The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The vase was heavy. Not the glass, which was thin and clear, but the water inside, dense and cold against my palms as I lifted it from the sideboard. I had been holding it for ten minutes, standing in the center of the library, unable to put it down. The silence in the room was not empty; it was full of the Duke’s breathing, a slow, rhythmic rasp that came from the shadows behind the desk. I...

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