The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the asphalt of the coastal highway into a black, slick mirror that reflected the dying light of the afternoon. Commander Elias Thorne sat in the back of the armored vehicle, his hands resting on his knees, still and heavy as stones. The air inside the cabin was thick, recycled, and smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear. They were...

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