The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

I remember the weight of the silence better than the sound of the fire. It was a silence that had teeth, a quiet so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. We are often told that time heals, but that is a lie told by those who have never held a bruise that refused to fade. Gérard Ortego, thirty-two years old and already feeling the rust in his joints, sat in the damp study of the...

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