The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Chapter One "Requisition: One (1) bottle of ink, black. One (1) ream of paper, ledger weight. Status: Pending approval." I woke with the smell of wet wool and rot in my nose, the specific, cloying scent of the bouquet that had been pressed into my hand in the dream. I was thirty years old, a clerk on the postal rider route, and I had wanted the promotion to Senior Archivist for six months. The...

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