The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The prescription pad was damp, the ink bleeding into a blue smear that looked less like a signature and more like a bruise forming under the skin. Elias Thorne held the slip of paper in his left hand, the right clutching a bouquet of lilies so tightly their stems had begun to snap against his knuckles. The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that turned the...

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