The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Act I The mills of the Fens had stopped, their wheels still in the mud, and the flat country lay under a calm so heavy it pressed the water into the ditches like a lid on a pot. In the tithe barn, where the owed grain sat in sacks that smelled of wet straw and old rot, I stood before the steward, a figure of shadow and silence who had not moved in three years. I demanded the return of my wife’s...

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