The Faded Bouquet
The coat was black. It was heavy wool, woven tight against the wind. It had three pockets. The left breast pocket held a folded piece of paper. The right hip pocket held a lighter. The back pocket was empty. Dr. Elias Thorne walked. He walked north. The road was gravel. It crunched under his boots. The air was cold. It bit his nose. It stung his eyes. He did not blink. He kept walking. Behind...
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