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For A Bouquet of Roses
With the next gust of wind, this one stronger than the last, a dark figure appeared at the very end of the main street of the quiet village, in a way that would appear to any observer that it had been blown in by the clever wind. The figure, tall and thin, was dressed in a black cloak that was not uncommon in the area, but he was as expected as a green sunset.
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