The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog in Vane did not rise from the ground so much as it exhaled from the iron lungs of the city, a thick, sulfurous breath that tasted of coal dust and old blood. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the textile district, his forty-year-old body stiff against the damp chill, clutching the velvet shawl to his chest with a grip that had become more instinct than conscious. He had crossed three...

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