The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger was warm. It was the only warm thing in the square, a slab of leather-bound vellum that radiated heat like a fevered forehead while the rain from the October sky hammered the cobblestones of Oakhaven. Elias Thorne held it against his chest, the ink bleeding through his shirt, staining the cotton black. He was thirty-four, a man who had spent the last decade cataloguing the past in...

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