The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell above the heavy oak door did not ring; it groaned, a low, metallic moan that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots as he crossed the threshold of the St. Jude’s Sanatorium. The air inside was thick with the scent of boiled linseed and old paper, a preservation agent for a world that had already begun to rot from the inside out. Elias was a man of few words, a structural...

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