The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine grey mist that clung to the stone walls of Blackwood Manor and seeped into the marrow of my bones. I was thirty-two, an archivist with a debt that tasted of iron and rot, and I had come to this crumbling estate to secure the final payment that would keep the banks from taking my life. My mentor, Silas, was dead, his body cold in the cellar,...

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