The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The house stood at the edge of the moor, a skeletal thing of gray stone and jagged slate, breathing in the damp, cold air with the slow, labored respiration of a dying beast. It was not a house in the way a homeowner thinks of a house, with its warm hearth and ticking clock, but a structure that had been waiting, for centuries, to be filled with something other than dust. Captain Elias Thorne...

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