The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his childhood home, the key jangling in his hand like a set of loose teeth. The air inside was thick, cold, and smelled of wet wool and rotting wood. He had driven six hours from Boston to sign the deed, to sell the place before the first hard freeze sealed the roads, but the house felt less like a property and more like a trap waiting to snap. He was...

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