The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had stopped, but the mist remained, a thick grey gauze that clung to the hem of Thomas’s coat. He stood at the edge of the moor, his small hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence. Beside him stood Mr. Aldous, a man whose face was a map of deep, tired lines. Aldous held a lantern, its glass pane cracked, letting the light spill in jagged shards onto the wet...

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