The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windowpanes of the Blackwood estate, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and dead leaves. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the condensation run in erratic lines down the glass. The house was silent, a heavy,...

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