The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The order form lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and turpentine, and Elias Thorne stared at the signature line where his name was already printed in a cold, bureaucratic script that did not match his own handwriting. It was a simple document, a standard form for the transfer of a patient from the general ward to the isolation suite, but the weight of it felt heavier than the...

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