The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron chandelier, a sprawling beast of rusted filaments and shattered glass, hung low over the stone floor of the archive room, casting a web of jagged shadows that seemed to breathe with the damp, cold air of the sub-basement. Eleanor Vane stood beneath its fractured canopy, her fingers trembling not from the chill that seeped through her woolen skirts, but from the terrifying, electric...

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