The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into rivers of mud and broken glass. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the window seat of his office, a space that smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old blood. He was a man whose body had been slowly dismantled by time, the joints in his hands stiffening like...

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