The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Your hand is steady as you twist the lid off the jar, the blackberry jam inside pulsing with a low, subsonic thrum that you can feel in your teeth before you hear it in your ears. It is a Tuesday in November, the kind of cold that seeps through the double glazing of Harrowgate Manor and settles into the marrow, but you do not feel the chill; you feel only the vibration, a steady, rhythmic beat...

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