The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It sat in the air like a held breath, cold and heavy, smelling of wet iron and old rot. Elias stood at the edge of the moor, his boots sinking into the black peat. Behind him, the door of the cottage had slammed shut. He did not look back. There was nothing left to see. Only the silence that followed the departure, a silence so loud it rang in his ears. He was...

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