The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall on Blackwood Manor so much as it was absorbed, the grey sky pressing down on the slate roof like a hand over a mouth. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the drive, his badge heavy in his coat pocket, the weight of twenty years of service settling into his bones with a dull, aching familiarity. He was forty, a constable whose face had been carved by wind and duty, and...

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