The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The water in the town moved like a slow, grey animal, indifferent to the people who built their lives on its banks. I was forty-two years old, and I had spent the last decade standing at the boundary line between the inner court and the outer world, a lighthouse keeper for a river kingdom that did not need lighthouses but needed walls. My father had died in the study, and the Director had ruled...

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