The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne. The name hit the back of my skull like a stone thrown through glass, sharp and sudden. I was standing in the corridor, my hand still on the cold iron of the gate, when Dr. Ashworth’s voice cut through the damp air. He did not look at me. He looked at the wall, at the peeling paint, at the shadows gathering in the corners. “Get out of here, Elias,” he said, his tone flat as a board. “You...

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