The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ring was warm. It was the only thing in the cellar that held heat, a small, burning circle of gold pressed against Elias Thorne’s palm as he tried to stop the bleeding from his left temple. The blood ran hot and salty, mixing with the damp condensation that soaked through his uniform, turning the fabric into a heavy, cold paste against his skin. He was Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-two...

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