The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cold in the cellar was not merely a temperature but a physical weight, pressing against Elias Vane’s ribs as he woke from the recurring nightmare of drowning. He sat up in the narrow cot, his breath pluming in the air illuminated by a single, sputtering tallow candle, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with hands that trembled not from the chill, but from the exhaustion of a mind fraying at...

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