The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The church was dying. Not the congregation, though that had bled out years ago. The brick. The mortar. The very air inside the nave felt thick with rot, a sweet, fungal stench that clung to the tongue. Elias Thorne stood in the chancel, his fingers tracing the damp, flaking plaster of the altar wall. He was a man of sixty, his face a topography of deep lines, his eyes the color of wet slate. He...

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