The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The smell of rotting apples was the first thing that greeted Elias Thorne when he opened the cellar door, a thick, sweet fog that tasted of iron and decay on the back of his tongue. It was a scent that had become his own, inextricably woven into the wool of his coat and the pores of his skin, a perfume of preservation that had long since curdled into putrefaction. He stood in the cold air of...

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