The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the Hall of Records did not merely smell of dust and decaying paper; it smelled of time itself, a thick, cloying perfume of amber and rot that clung to the lungs and settled in the soul. Elias Thorne stood before the towering shelves of the municipal archive, a place that had swallowed the history of the city whole, digesting it into a pulp of ledgers and deeds that no living man...

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