The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The glass doors of the conservatory were not locked, but they were sealed by a fog so thick it seemed to possess weight, a viscous substance that turned the afternoon light into a bruised and opaque gray. Elias Thorne stood before the central pillar, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was merely a suggestion, but from the sheer, crushing density of the silence. He was a man of...

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