The Faded Bouquet
The frost spread across the windowpanes of Blackwood Manor not as a gradual accumulation, but as a violent crystallization, shattering the glass with a sound like breaking teeth. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the library, his breath pluming in the sudden, glacial air, and watched Lord Vane’s face twist into a sneer that did not match the temperature. Vane, the patron who held Elias’s tenure in his...
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