The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that seemed to pulse under the harsh glare of the hanging bulb, and my hand, trembling with a fatigue that had nothing to do with the weight of the pen, hovered over the page where the date of Clara’s admission was written in a hand so steady it frightened me more than any shaking could have. I am Elias Thorne, or I was, for the last...

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