The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink was wet. That was the first thing Arthur noticed, the second being the smell of ozone and old dust. The third was the silence, a heavy, suffocating blanket that had dropped over the study of the Magistrate’s House just as the sun began to bleed out behind the brickwork. Arthur wiped his brow. His hand trembled, a fine, high-pitched vibration that he could not stop. He looked at the...

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