The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed the glass. It beat a frantic rhythm against the panes of the manor house. Inside, the air was thick with dust and silence. Eleanor sat in the high-backed chair. Her fingers twisted a silver ring. She waited. The clock on the mantle ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. A slow, mechanical heartbeat. She did not look up. She knew who was coming. The floorboards groaned. Heavy boots. The sound...

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