The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle was low, its wick blackened and sputtering, casting a jagged shadow against the wall of the library. Elias Thorne held it with a trembling hand, the wax pooling on the stone floor, a small, hot lake of light in the suffocating dark. Above him, the heavy oak door groaned, the lock turning with a sound like a bone breaking. He had been in this cellar for three days, or perhaps four;...

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