The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like the grinding of old bones, as you made your way toward the Blackfriars Priory. The fog in London was not merely a weather phenomenon in those days but a living, breathing entity, a grey shroud that swallowed the gaslights and softened the hard edges of the world into a blur of indistinct shapes. You were cold. The dampness had...

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