The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in the valley did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of black water where the sky hung low and bruised. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of a man whose knees had surrendered long before his pride. He was a baker, though his ovens had been cold for three seasons, and the only thing he kneaded now was the dough...

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