The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The soot did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of black dust that coated the tongue with the taste of burnt iron and old secrets. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the factory floor, his hands trembling not from the heat of the furnace, which was a cold, blue, unnatural thing, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that pressed against his eardrums like deep water. Around...

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