The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old manor into slick, black mirrors. It was a violence that matched the mood of the house, a structure that had stood on the cliff’s edge for a century, watching the sea with the patience of a predator. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window, his back to the room, his hand resting on the cold...

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