The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it sat, a heavy, wet blanket that smelled of damp earth and old decay, pressing against the windows of the estate like a living thing trying to get in. Elias Thorne stood at the gate, his breath misting in the cold November air, clutching a cardboard box against his chest that contained the only thing he had left of Margaret: a porcelain vase,...

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