The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

It is a matter of procedure, Sergeant Miller said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the hollow of Elias’s chest, a sound devoid of warmth or malice, merely a mechanical grinding of gears that ground against the soul. Elias stood before the desk, the air in the interrogation room thick with the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a scent that clung to his wool coat like...

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