The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray curtain drawn tight against the high windows of the Ashworth Estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the mirror, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. He was a man of precise angles, his jaw set, his eyes dark and unreadable. He held a single red rose in his left hand....

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