The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old fortress into slick, obsidian mirrors. Inspector Elias Thorne stood before the window of his office, a room that smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, and watched the fog swallow the silhouette of the cathedral across the...

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