The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Pierre Marchand stood before the drainage grate, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, impossible lightness of their emptiness. He had dropped the ring. It was gone, sunk into the black water below, and with it, the weight that had crushed his chest for three months. He did not look back at the palace, nor at the inspector who watched from the shadows of the corridor. He simply...

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