The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone was weeping. Elias Thorne woke to the smell of wet earth, a scent that had no business existing in his dry, dust-choked workshop. He sat up, the wooden frame of his cot creaking in the dark, and felt the cold air bite at his bare skin. It was not the usual chill of the cellar, where he slept to save on rent, but something heavier, something that pressed against his lungs like a damp...

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