The Faded Bouquet
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of coats, turning the small town into a wet, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a slow, unseen heartbeat. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the precinct’s breakroom, watching the reflection of his own hands, which were trembling slightly not from...
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