The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand at the edge of the chasm. The mist clings to your boots, thick as wool, heavy with the scent of wet iron and old roses. You are Officer Elias Thorne. You know this because the badge on your chest burns against your skin, a brand of office that feels less like authority and more like a wound. You hold a bouquet in your left hand. It is not dead....

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