The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain tasted of iron. It fell in sheets, gray and cold, against the high windows of the Blackwood estate. The house stood alone on the hill, a jagged tooth in the jaw of the night sky. Inside, the fire crackled. It was the only sound. The only warmth. Elias was seven. He sat by the hearth. His hands were small. They shook. He held a glove. It was red. A deep, arterial red. The leather was...

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