The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely rearranged the filth. Elias Thorne stood in the precinct’s damp courtyard, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and iron, clutching a bouquet of black roses that had begun to wilt three days ago. His fingers, stained black to the second knuckle, trembled not from the cold but from the knowledge that the flowers bled ink when he...

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