The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a cold, industrial mist that seeped through the damp wool of Sergeant Arthur Vance’s greatcoat and settled in the marrow of his bones like a forgotten debt. He stood in the center of the Blackwood Foundry, a cathedral of iron and soot where the air hung thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. In his left hand, he held the ledger, its leather...

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