The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone was cold. Elias Thorne pressed his left hand against it, the skin peeling back to reveal the raw, trembling meat beneath. He was thirty-two, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and his duty was to suppress the scream building in his throat. The cellar door was locked. He needed the key. The shadows in the corners seemed to press in, a physical weight that matched the rigid...

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