The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it hung. It coated the slate roof of the Whitehall annex in a sheen of oil, turning the city lights into blurred watercolors against the dark glass. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles whitened. He was a man carved from the same gray stone as the building, a senior officer in the Department of...

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