The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the outside world and the stone walls of the St. Jude’s Archive. Eleanor Fairchild sat at the long oak table, her fingers stained with the black ink of restoration, listening to the silence that hummed beneath the water. It was a heavy, breathing silence, thick with the scent of mildew and old...

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