The Faded Bouquet
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the train window with a rhythmic, percussive violence that seemed to demand a response from the silence inside the carriage, where Elias Thorne sat hunched over his knees, clutching a leather satchel that contained the entirety of his professional life and the specific, jagged fragments of a truth he had sworn to keep buried. He was a man of modest...
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