The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rose lay in the mud. It was not a garden rose, but a wild hybrid, its petals the color of dried blood, crushed into a pulp that smelled of rot and rain. Thomas Bradshaw stared at it. The mud was black and slick, sucking at the heels of his boots. He was the Archivist of the Blackwood Institute, a title that sounded grand but amounted to sitting in a cold stone cellar, cataloguing the sins...

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