The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The brass plaque above the door of the precinct station did not rattle, yet the sound of its absence was a deafening hum in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s skull. He stood at the center of the bullpen, a solitary figure amidst the clatter of typewriters and the low, perpetual murmur of men discussing their lunch. The air was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and cold coffee, a physical weight that...

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