The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the stone walls of the Blackwood Institute, turning the ancient mortar to a dark, weeping flesh. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the Grand Hall, her eyes fixed not on the chandeliers above, but on the floorboards below. She was a woman of sharp angles and sharper intuition, a detective of the invisible, hired...

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