The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The coat was gone. Silas Thorne stood in the center of the drafty study, his fingers trembling around a cold cup of tea. The air smelled of damp wool and rotting paper. Outside, the wind clawed at the windowpanes of the crumbling manor in Ashgrove, a town that had long since surrendered to the rust of the mills and the silence of the dead. Silas was a scholar of obscure histories, a man who...

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