The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You think you are saving her, Elias, but you are only digging the hole deeper. The door to the Lord’s study is heavy oak, banded with iron that has rusted into the grain, and when you push it open, the smell of stale tobacco and wet wool hits you before the man does. Lord Ashworth sits behind a desk of black walnut, the candlelight catching the deep lines of his face, which look less like age...

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