The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Volkov’s desk was empty, the chair still warm from his absence. I am Anahit Georgiev, junior clerk, and I wanted the truth. The opium tincture in the orphanage supply was adulterated, a fact I had traced through the ledgers of the Sanitary Bureau. Volkov, my senior, had vanished three days prior, leaving his case file locked. The silence in the office was heavy, broken only by the tick of the...

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