The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron letter in Elias Thorne’s hand was warm, a strange, rhythmic pulse against his palm that felt less like metal and more like a sleeping animal, and he pressed it harder against his chest as if the weight of it could anchor him to the floorboards of Blackwood Manor, which groaned under the settling of the rain outside. The air in the hall was thick with the smell of wet rot and old...

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