The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed out of the sky, a heavy, industrial exhalation that turned the moor into a slick of black mud and grey stone. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking deep into the wet earth, the wind tearing at the lapels of his heavy wool coat. He was a man carved from the same granite as the landscape, his face a map of scars and silence,...

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