The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The plantation at probate stretched out under a gray sky, its rows of withered cane standing like skeletal fingers against the earth. The air smelled of wet rot and iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat. Teresa Panganiban stood at the base of the manor’s back stairs, her hands trembling around the leather-bound ledger in her coat pocket. She was thirty-two, a clerk by trade, and...

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