The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"You’re bleeding ink again, Mildred." The words hung in the dry air of the reading room, sharp as a snapped twig. Mildred Gault did not look up from the ledger. Her fingers, blackened to the wrist, trembled against the brittle paper. The rot had started three days ago, a damp coldness that seeped from her skin into the fibers, turning the archivist’s careful records into pulp. It was not a...

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