The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it hovered, suspended in the air like a cloud of silver needles, waiting for a command that never came. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his boots sinking into the wet cobblestones that glistened with an oily, iridescent sheen. The town of Oakhaven lay silent around him, its Victorian spires jagged against a sky the color of bruised plums. He was a man of...

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