The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The heavy brass key felt like a lead weight in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and slick with the October damp. He turned it in the lock of Blackwood Manor, the mechanism grinding with the friction of years, and pushed the door open into a silence so total it seemed to have physical mass, pressing against his eardrums. The smell hit him next, a thick clog of mildew and stale dust that coated the back...

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