The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne. The word hung in the damp air, a summons that had no voice but carried the weight of the stone above. Elias did not look up from the ledger. He could not. The candle flame stretched thin, bending toward the window as if pulled by an invisible hand, and the shadows in the room deepened, pressing against the edges of his vision. He was forty-five, a scholar of modest reputation and...

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