The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall in Blackwood Manor smelled of rotting peonies and wet stone. It was a feast for the eyes, a grotesque tableau of silver and glass, but the air was thick, stagnant, heavy with the scent of decay. Mara stood at the center of the room, her coat buttoned to the chin. She was not a guest. She was the investigator. Or so she told herself. The clock on the mantel did not tick. It...

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