The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The name was not a greeting, but a summons, barked through the damp air of the basement corridor by a nurse whose shoes squeaked against the wet tile. Captain Elias Thorne stopped walking. He adjusted his cuffs, the leather of his gloves creaking in the cold. He was forty-two, a man who had spent twenty years enforcing order on the front lines, and he did not like the smell of this place. It...

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