The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and singular, cut by the sound of Julian’s voice echoing off the damp stone. Elias stood at the window of his office, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the corridor outside narrow. It had been a foot wide this morning. Now it was barely a hand’s span. The building was breathing in, the limestone groaning with a low, tectonic hum that vibrated...

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