The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall on Harrow’s End so much as it seeped, a constant, grey dampness that soaked into the bones of the municipal asylum and the men who guarded it, and Sheriff Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform had long since lost its crisp edges to the humidity, stood in the cellar’s gloom holding a vial of black sludge that smelled of rotting apple and iron. He had come down here to inspect...

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