The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The invoice lay on the wet stone of the courtyard, its edges softening into the mud. Elias Thorne held the paper by one corner, his knuckles white, as the rain slicked his hair to his forehead. The figure at the bottom was a sum that would take him three years of honest work to repay, a debt his father had left behind like a broken tool in a drawer. In his other hand, he clutched the shattered...

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