The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent damp that ate into the bones of the Blackwood estate and the men who dwelt within it. Elias Thorne stood in the main hall, his boots sinking into the rotting floorboards, and watched the shadows in the corners breathe with a faint, rhythmic pulse. He was thirty years old, a scholar of modest reputation and restless intellect, and he had...

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