The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The train cut through the fog like a blade through silk. Elias sat in the corner. His hands were still. His knuckles were white. He watched the window. The glass was cold. It held his reflection. A man in a grey coat. A face worn thin. He was a detective. Or he had been. The badge was in his pocket. It felt heavy. It felt wrong. The station was dark. Steam hissed. People moved in shadows. They...

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