The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Mara left the house before the sun had cleared the ridge. She carried no bag, only a coat that smelled of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the ink she used for her notes. The town of Oakhaven was waking up, a gray smear of slate and brick against the pale sky. She walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of someone who knows that every step is a verdict. In her pocket, the brass key to...

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