The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain lashed the high windows of the estate. It was a cold, thin rain. Elias sat in the study. The room was dark. Only the firelight moved. He held the box in his hands. It was small. Velvet lined. Red. Inside, a single object. A glass vial. It held liquid. Amber. Viscous. It was his life work. Ten years. The scent was faint. Sweet. Cloying. He could smell his own fear in it. The door...

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