The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink in the journal had bled into a dark, wet stain by the time I lifted the pen, a smear that looked less like writing and more like a bruise forming on the page. I wiped my thumb across the blot, trying to salvage the final entry my mother had left before the fever took her, but the graphite smudged into a grey smear that refused to hold its shape. It is October twelfth, nineteen...

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