The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The walls of the Esposito estate do not merely hold the rain out; they swallow it, a sound like wet paper tearing in the dark. I stood in the courtyard, the silver locket shattered in my hand, the shards biting into my palm as I waited for the auctioneer’s voice to cut through the mist. We were here because the creditors had moved, because the good field on the slope was being taken for the...

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