The Faded Bouquet
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and bound the village of Oakhaven into a single, weeping entity, while inside the grand, decaying manor, Elias Thorne stood with his back to the shattered remains of the east window, his hands slick with the cold, viscous fluid that oozed from the cracks in the stone, feeling the building’s pain as if...
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