The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter lay on the table, its edges yellowed and soft with damp, the ink smudged where a tear had once fallen. Elara picked it up, the paper feeling lighter than her grief, and read the final lines of her father’s will. It was not a document of bequest but of absolution, though she did not yet know for whom. Outside, the wind battered the shutters of the Ashworth estate, a sound like dry...

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