The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain tasted of iron. It slicked the cobblestones of the Blackwater Quarter, turning the ancient city into a mirror of mud and misery. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the floodwater. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. He held the jar. It was glass. Thick, dark glass. Inside, a single red rose floated in brine. The petals were black. The thorns were silver. This was the...

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