The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

I, II, III "Did you hear the choir through the plaster last night?" Silas asked, his voice thin as the wire I used to temper the glass. He was standing in the doorway of the furnace room, holding a ledger that smelled of wet wool and old blood. "They sang the requiem for the dead. For us, Opal. For the ones who didn’t make it out of the hollow." I didn’t answer. I was watching the shadow on the...

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