The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud on the road to Blackwood Prison was not merely wet; it was alive. It moved against the current of the river that ran alongside the path, a thick, black sludge that defied the natural order, swirling in counter-clockwise vortices that sucked at my boots. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I was walking toward my own execution, though the sentence had not yet been read aloud. I...

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