The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The sound of the chisel striking the bone was not a crash, but a wet, percussive thud, like a hammer hitting a ripe peach, and Elias Vane did not flinch, for he had long since surrendered the illusion that his own flesh was separate from the material he sought to dissect. He stood in the center of the circular study, a room that smelled of dried lavender, old parchment, and the coppery tang of...

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