The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The corridor of Blackwood Asylum smelled of wet plaster and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of Inspector Elias Thorne’s overcoat as he strode past the gas lamps that flickered with a sickly, yellow instability. He stopped before the heavy oak door of the Warden’s office, his hand resting on the brass handle, his knuckles white with a tension that had been building...

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