The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream is always the same. A black bouquet, heavy with dew, resting on a chest of polished oak. You wake with the scent of rotting lilies in your throat, a taste that lingers like copper on the tongue. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable in the fog-drenched village of Oakhaven, and you have twenty years of service behind you and a lung that is slowly filling with fluid. You want to...

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