The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, wooden insistence of a judge counting out seconds. Elias Thorne checked the time: four-fifteen. He had fifteen minutes before the next shift, fifteen minutes to count the sedatives for Julian, and fifteen minutes to admire the new growth on his left wrist. It was a dark, waxy tendril, no thicker than a garden hose, spiraling up the inside of his...

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