The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The door locks from the inside. You know this. You have always known this. The handle is cold iron, a dead weight against your palm. Outside, the rain hammers the stone, a relentless drumbeat against the windowpanes of the library. Inside, the air is still. It smells of dust and old paper and the faint, sweet decay of dried flowers. You are Professor Elias Thorne. You are alone. Or so you tell...

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