The Faded Bouquet
Do you remember the taste of the air before the subscription expired? Act I I asked that of Tomás because he was the only one who still had the strength to answer, and because I needed to hear my own voice fail. We were sitting on the shared stairs of the low-orbit hotel, the metal grating cold through the thin soles of my boots, while the mill siren tested itself at noon, a long, guttural wail...
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