The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter was a sodden, brown pulp in Elias Thorne’s hands, the ink of Clara’s handwriting bleeding into the fibers until the words were indistinct, yet the shape of the address remained stubbornly clear, a jagged tear in the grey curtain of the Appalachian rain that lashed against his face and soaked through the thin wool of his jacket. He stood alone on the ridge, the wind howling through...

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