The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell in sheets, a cold, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the heath. "You are certain of this, Inspector?" The voice was small, trembling against the wind. Eleanor Fairchild did not look up from the mud. She knelt in the wet grass, her hands buried in the black earth, fingers digging with a frantic, animal purpose that had no business belonging to a woman of her station....

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