The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train did not arrive with a whistle, but with a shudder, a low mechanical groan that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots and up into his teeth. He stepped off the carriage into the gray mist that clung to the platform of Blackwood Station, a place that felt less like a town and more like a wound in the landscape. The air smelled of wet coal, rust, and something older, something that...

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