The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The candle flame bent sharply to the left, a thin ribbon of light trembling in the draft that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, as Elara Vane pressed her forehead against the cold, damp oak of the archive table, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps that misted in the sudden drop of temperature. She was thirty-two years old, a woman whose skin had grown pale and waxy in the...

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