The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of Elias Thorne’s flat, a relentless, grey hand seeking entry into the small, damp room where he sat alone, the silence of the apartment amplified by the wet hiss of the London streets below. He was forty years old, a constable of the Metropolitan Police with twenty-two years of service etched into the lines around his mouth...

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