The Faded Bouquet
The carriage wheels bit into the damp clay of the highland pass with a rhythmic, grinding insistence that seemed to mimic the slow, arrhythmic thumping of Silas Vane’s heart, a sound that had grown louder in his ears over the last three days, drowning out the wind and the distant, mournful cry of the ravens that circled above the jagged peaks of the Blackwood Range. Silas, a man whose...
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