The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink was drying on the ledger when the knock came. It was not a polite tap, but a heavy, rhythmic thud against the oak door of the station house, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. Elias Thorne looked up from his paperwork. The rain outside was a sheet of gray static, blurring the streetlamps into halos of sickly yellow. He had been waiting for this. Or perhaps he had been...

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