The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Who is owed the cost of a soul? I The question hung in the salt-air, sharp as a blade against the throat. Remy Dumas stood at the threshold of the granary, her boots sinking into the wet peat, the weight of her suitcase pressing a groove into her shoulder. It was the winter camp of the nomad confederacy, a settlement of salt pans that eroded into the sea like a spit of bone. The heat was a...

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