The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The frost had settled on the pines like a fine, white powder, muting the world into a single, held breath. Elias walked. His boots crunched against the ice, a sharp, rhythmic sound that felt too loud, too intrusive, in the silence of the Blackwood Ridge. He carried no pack. He carried no weapon, except the one that grew in his chest, a heavy, beating thing that demanded air. The air was thin....

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