The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream came in fragments of iron and rust. Warden Silas Thorne stood in the yard. The sky was the color of old bruises. He held a bouquet. It was not flowers. It was paper. Yellowed, brittle sheets. They were tied with a strip of leather. The leather was red. It was stiff with blood. He woke. The cell was cold. The stone bit into his back. Silas was a man of the law. He had worn the badge...

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