The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink on the ledger page was still wet, Yelena thought, as she held it up to the grey light of the dock, the acid smell of it cutting through the brine and rot that hung over the water. "You have twenty minutes before the tide turns and the ferry leaves," Kosta said, his voice flat, stripped of the warmth she had known for fifteen years. He stood by the railing, his back to the sea, holding a...

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