The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The damp of the Blackwood cellar did not merely settle; it invaded, a cold, wet breath that seeped through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and up into his marrow, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from the grief he had carried for three years. Elias, a man whose face had been carved by the relentless erosion of exile, knelt before a stone hearth that had not seen fire in a decade,...

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