The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne, you’ll be late again, won’t you? The voice of the town crier, thin and reedy, cut through the mist that clung to the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a damp shroud. Elias Thorne did not turn. He adjusted the leather satchel across his chest, the strap digging into his shoulder with a familiar, dull ache, and kept walking toward the heavy oak doors of the Municipal Archive. The air tasted...

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