The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The frost came early. It crept up the walls of the manor like a slow, white tide, sealing the windows, muting the world outside. Elias stood in the center of the library, his hand resting on the hilt of his service revolver. The wood of the desk was cold beneath his fingertips. He had worn the uniform for twenty years. The brass buttons had gone dark with age, dull as old coins. His wife,...

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