The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-19 17:06:54 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Harrow’s End does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain woven from the exhalations of the dead, pressing against the windows of the municipal building with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like judgment. I stood at the center of the main office, the linoleum cold through the soles of my tactical boots, holding the evidence bag that contained the entire weight of my...

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