The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One Did you hear the siren stop? The silence that followed was not empty; it was a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums, a vacuum where the air had been sucked out of the room. Farah Raza stood in the sterile, cold white of the morgue, the hum of the refrigeration units vibrating through the soles of her boots, and held the vial of preserved tissue from her sister, Amina, in...
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