The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter from the solicitor was thick, cream-colored paper, the kind that felt expensive to tear and cheaper to ignore. I held it under the flickering gaslight of the station master’s office, my fingers trembling not from cold but from the specific, grinding ache of a man who has run out of excuses. Three days ago, my aunt, Margaret Thorne, had died in Blackwood. Three days ago, I was still...

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