The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain in Valdora did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old blood, and I stood at the iron gates of the palace with my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip the leather satchel containing my son’s medical records, the paper soft and ruined by the damp. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, an archivist who spent the last decade cataloguing...

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