The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The glass hummed. Not a sound, exactly, but a vibration that settled in the teeth and rattled the fillings. I checked the stopwatch. Two hours gone. The "Faded Bouquet" sat on the velvet pad, its surface clouded with a century of oxidation, waiting for my lead solder and my blood. My father’s estate debts were a noose around my neck, and the buyer, a man named Silas Vane, was arriving Friday. I...

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