The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain hit the glass. It was cold. It was sharp. Silas watched it fall. The windowpane was dirty. Grime stuck to the view. Outside, the ironworks glowed. Red. Orange. A heartbeat in the dark. He stood in his office. The desk was heavy. Oak. It smelled of dust. And old ink. The clock ticked. One. Two. Three. Silas touched his chest. The pain was there. A dull throb. Like a stone in his pocket....

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