The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog in Oakhaven did not drift; it pressed, a wet and heavy hand against the glass of the shop window. Elias Thorne stood before the Grand Meridian, the city’s great clock, his back rigid against the cold iron of the workbench. He was forty years old, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a much longer burden. In his left hand, he held a severed right hand, preserved in wax, its fingers...

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