The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne. You’re late. The clock on the wall ticked with a dry, wooden patience that seemed to mock the seconds Elias was losing. He did not look up from the ledger, his pen moving in short, sharp strokes across the paper, recording the value of a broken vase, a rusted key, a box of letters. The attic of the old Halloway estate smelled of damp wool and the sweet, cloying rot of lilies. Elias...

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