The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gates of the Ashcroft Correctional Facility did not creak when they opened, a silence that was louder than any sound, for silence in this place had weight, had texture, had the cold, damp rot of old stone pressing against the skin, and Elias Thorne stood before them, his uniform a ghost of grey wool that had been pressed so many times it had forgotten the shape of the man who wore it,...

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