The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cell smelled of rot. Not the sharp, acidic rot of spoiled meat, but the slow, sweet decay of old wood and wet stone. It was a smell that had seeped into the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw over thirty years. He was not a young man. His hair, once the color of burnt copper, was now a thin, gray thatch. His hands, once strong enough to crush a walnut, trembled like dry leaves in a gale. But in his...

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