The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it was hammered into the asphalt by the wind, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the line between the wet pavement of the town square and the darkened windows of the municipal building. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood under the overhang of the fire station, his shoulder blade throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache that matched the drumming of the water against the gutters....

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