The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The wet leather of the umbrella handle was slick under Elias Thorne’s fingers, a cold, gritty friction that did nothing to steady the tremor in his hands. He stood in the mud outside the blackened gate of Harrowgate Estate, the rain hissing against the iron bars, waiting for the door to open. He had come to collect the deed. The house was worth forty thousand pounds, a sum that would clear...

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