The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger showed four hundred and twelve stitches. Elias counted them again, his thumb tracing the thread where the velvet had begun to dissolve into the skin of his left forearm. It was a precise number, a debt measured in thread, and he hated the way the fabric pulled tight against his ribs with every breath. He was thirty-two years old, and he had come to Blackwood Manor to sell it, to...

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