The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger is open, the ink still wet, and I am counting the hours I have worked in this rotting house. Thirty-two years old, and my life has been reduced to a column of numbers, each entry a small death for the pension I need to survive. I am Elias Thorne, night watchman at Blackwood Manor, and I am desperate. The board wants proof of structural integrity; they want to know if the beams will...

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