The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges soft and white from the humidity of the cellar where I had kept it for three months. It was a demand, written in my own hand but signed by my solicitor, requiring my brother Julian to return to Blackwood Hall to settle the estate’s debts before the winter frost set in. I had written it to be cold, a bureaucratic instrument of necessity, yet as I...

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