The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron key was gone. Elara’s fingers, still stained with the dark soil of the lily bed, closed around empty air. She had been digging, trying to force the roots of the withered bouquet back into the earth, a futile attempt to bury the memory of her husband’s death, but the soil had refused to hold what the house had rejected. The draft in the manor was a living thing, a cold snake that...

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