The Faded Bouquet
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Hollow into slick, reflective mirrors where the distorted faces of the town stared up at the sky, and in that silence, broken only by the rhythmic dripping from the eaves of the old stone manor, Captain Elias Thorne sat in his study, watching the water climb the glass, his eyes fixed not...
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