The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the library was thick, not with dust, but with the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and old paper. Dr. Elias Thorne stood before the massive oak desk, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the magnifying lamp. The light cut a stark cone through the gloom, illuminating a single sheet of parchment that seemed to pulse with a faint, sickly yellow glow. It was a transcription of the final...

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