The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink was not dry. "Look at it, Thomas," whispered Elias, his voice a dry rasp like leaves skittering over gravel. "Look closely. Do not blink. The script does not bleed. It waits." Thomas Whitmore leaned over the heavy oak table in thecriptorium of St. Jude’s Abbey. The air smelled of damp stone, old vellum, and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron-gall ink that stained their fingertips...

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