The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One Carl Pell had not slept in four days, and the frost on the windscreen of his borrowed car was thick enough to hide the road. He sat in the driver’s seat of the reclamation yard, the engine ticking as it cooled, watching the shadows stretch across the dead machines. His father was dying in the hospital two towns over, and Carl held a vial of experimental plasma in his lap. The vial...
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