The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the parchment was not merely dark; it was a void, a hungry black that seemed to drink the light from the gas lamps of the Bureau of Civil Records, leaving the room in a twilight of grey dust and the smell of stale tobacco. Elias Thorne sat hunched over his desk, a monolith of mahogany and leather, his fingers stained to the knuckles with the very pigment that had marked him as a...

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