The Faded Bouquet
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curled from dampness, the ink blotted where a finger had pressed too hard. Elias Thorne read it twice, the weight of the paper negligible compared to the weight of the silence in the room. It was a transfer order, dated October 1893, signed by Inspector Vane, granting him a permanent posting in the town of Blackwood. He wanted this. He wanted it with a...
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