The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog did not roll into Oakhaven so much as it settled, a thick, grey wool that strangled the cobblestones and muffled the sound of my own breathing until I felt like a man drowning in a jar. I stood in the center of the square, the bouquet pressed against my chest, the stems wrapped in a cloth that was damp with my sweat and, I suspected, something darker. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a...

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