The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Elias. The name was not a call but a summons, harsh and cold, echoing off the wet stone of the gatehouse. It came from nowhere and everywhere, a voice that had not moved in forty years yet stood directly behind him, pressing against the small of his back like a draft through a broken window. Elias Thorne did not turn. He could not. His legs were lead, his joints grinding with a friction that...

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