The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink was wrong. Gayane Sargsyan stared at the quill, the black substance pooling on the tip like a bruise that refused to heal. In the seed-library night desk, the air tasted of damp paper and stale iodine, a scent that had settled into the pores of her skin after twelve years of service. She was a mail clerk, a woman who sorted the dead weight of correspondence between stations, and she had...

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