The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell on the moors. It did not stop. Captain Silas Thorne walked. His boots sank into the black peat. The mud sucked at his heels. He was tired. His bones ached. The cold bit through his wool. He did not care. He kept moving. He sought the white orchid. The village below was silent. The slate roofs gleamed wet. Smoke rose from the chimneys. Thin. Gray. Lifeless. Thorne looked up. The...

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