The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey veil that soaked into the bones of Blackwood before it ever touched the ground. You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the dream still clinging to your mind like wet wool: a cellar door, locked from the inside, and the sound of breathing that was not yours. Elias Thorne, constable of the parish, thirty-two years old and six...

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