The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, gray veil that smothered the roof of the precinct station in Oakhaven, a town where the mist seemed to have its own pulse. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone in the break room, his back to the door, staring at the wilting bouquet of lilies on the...

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