The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Blackwood County, the sound a rhythmic grinding that matched the headache throbbing behind Arthur Vane’s eyes. It was November, 1893, and the air smelled of coal smoke and damp earth, a scent that clung to his wool coat and his skin. He was thirty-two years old, a junior clerk of five years’ service, and he had traveled for six hours to...

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