The Faded Bouquet
The air in the Undercroft was not merely cold; it was a physical substance, a heavy, damp wool that pressed against Edward Ashworth’s lungs and settled in the marrow of his bones. He had spent three years in this subterranean archive of the Pemberton Estate, cataloging the medicinal remnants of a dynasty that had long since crumbled into dust. To the outside world, the Pembertons were figures...
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