The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for forty-eight hours, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Blackwood into a slurry of mud and broken glass, and Detective Elias Thorne stood in the center of the empty precinct room, listening to the water drip from the ceiling tiles with the patience of a man who had forgotten how to sleep. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and heavy-set, with a...

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