The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"You’re bleeding again, Elias." The voice in Elias’s head was not a whisper, but the flat, bureaucratic tone of a man reading a ledger, and it was indistinguishable from his own internal monologue, which made it impossible to argue with. He looked down at his hands, wrapped in the heavy wool of his overcoat, and saw the faint, cold mist curling from the knuckles of his right hand, where the...

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