The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger was cold, its leather cover slick with a moisture that had nothing to do with the damp air of Blackwood. Elara Vane held it with both hands, her fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer, physical weight of the thing, as if she were holding a stone retrieved from the bottom of a river. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist at the town library, and she had spent the last...

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