The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the lane, shuddering as they crested the hill toward Blackwood Manor. Elara Ashworth pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the estate emerge from the gray mist like a broken tooth. She was thirty-two, her joints aching with a damp chill that had settled deep in her bones, a physical reminder of the years that were slipping away. The bank...

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