The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cellar smelled of damp earth and crushed lavender. It was a thick, heavy scent. It clung to the back of the throat. Elias Thorne stood by the counter. His hands were stained yellow. The color of old turmeric. The color of decay. Around him, the town had gathered. It was a feast. But not for joy. For witness. The table groaned under the weight of silver platters. Roast pork. Glazed carrots....

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