The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of slate and rust. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the precinct, his coat damp and heavy, the wool absorbing the chill of the afternoon in a way that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against his spine. He had been staring at...

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