The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The deed lay open on the mahogany desk, the paper yellowed with age, the ink black as dried blood. Elara stared at the signature line, her pen hovering, the tip trembling against the grain. The room smelled of damp wool and rot, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to seep from the wallpaper itself. Outside, the wind scraped against the windowpanes, a sound like nails on glass. She needed to...

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