The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The morning air in the valley of Harrowgate was thick with the smell of wet slate and rotting leaves, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the decay of his own family’s name. He stood before the black iron gate of the Vane estate, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of a leather satchel that contained nothing but a single, brittle bouquet of dried roses, their petals...

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