The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed the window of the patrol car. It was a cold, grey Tuesday. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw watched the wipers beat against the glass. They moved in a steady, rhythmic thud. Left. Right. Left. Right. The wipers were the only living thing in the cabin. The engine hummed a low, tired note. "Keep your eyes open, Tom," Captain Eleanor Fairchild said. Her voice was dry. It scraped across the...

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