The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a relentless, cold mist that seeped through the heavy wool of Inspector Thomas Bradshaw’s overcoat and settled into the bones of his hands, which were trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had settled over the estate of the late Arthur Penhaligon. He had traveled for three days by train, a journey...

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