The Faded Bouquet
The letter from the board of trustees lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the ink slightly faded where Elias Thorne’s thumb had rubbed it while he read. It was a standard form, printed on heavy cream stock, informing him that his probationary period as junior archivist at the Halloway Estate was to be extended by six months pending a satisfactory audit of the restricted sub-basement....
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