The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The letter was yellowed and brittle, its edges crumbling like dry leaves, and the ink had faded to a ghostly grey, but the signature at the bottom was unmistakable, the looping ‘T’ of Elias Thorne’s father, who had died in the same year the archive was built. You held the paper under the flickering gaslight, the flame hissing as it consumed the oxygen in the cramped office, and you watched the...

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