The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the forty-second floor, a gray, relentless membrane that sealed the room in a silence so heavy it had weight, a tactile density that Marcus Thorne felt settling in his marrow. He sat in the high-backed leather chair, the material cool and damp against his back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced in a...

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