The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cold in the infirmary was not merely a temperature but a weight, measured in the stiffness of Elias Thorne’s knuckles as he counted the hours since his mother’s last coherent word, a tally of thirty-six that sat in his mind like a stone in his shoe. He sat on the edge of the iron bed, the linoleum floor beneath his boots slick with the damp that seeped through the flagstones of Harrowgate...

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