The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on your hands will not come off. You scrub with lye soap and hot water until the skin is raw and red, but the black stain remains, a dark, viscous film that seeps into the whorls of your fingerprints. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of forty years, and you have three days left before the autumn equinox. Your duty is clear, your commandment absolute: find Julian, the village scribe,...

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