The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The white rose in Elias Thorne’s hand was not a flower at all, but a withered stalk of dried grass, brittle and black at the tips, smelling of damp cellar earth and rot. He held it up to the gaslight, turning it slowly between his fingers, watching the petals—once vibrant, now translucent and papery—crumble into dust that drifted down onto the mahogany desk, mixing with the ink stains and the...

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