The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The tallow candle sputtered, casting a trembling, jaundiced light across the damp stone floor of the mill’s lower cellar, where Elias Thorne pressed his ear against the cold, slick wall, counting the seconds between the wet, rhythmic thuds that came from the darkness beyond. He was a man of forty years, his spine stiffened by twenty years of service in the King’s Guard, and he had come to this...

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