The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train cut through the fog with a shudder that vibrated in the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat rigid in the corner of the third-class carriage, his uniform pressed to a sharpness that defied the grime of the journey. The air smelled of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of impending violence. Outside, the landscape of the industrial north unspooled in shades of grey...

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