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Saturday Flowers and the Truth in an Envelope

The first knock after a funeral is never just a knock.
It echoed through the house that had forgotten how to breathe without him.
On the table, the vase waited empty—for the first Saturday in fifty-seven years.
Then a stranger in a dark coat arrived, holding flowers, a letter, and a secret that would shat… Continues…

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