The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world outside the window of the Blackwood Manor. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy, pressing against the eardrums like the weight of deep water. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the grand hall, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking...

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