The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Chapter One The grey that started in October did not lift, but settled into the marrow like a splinter that refused to work itself free. Homer Dobbs stood in the mill race, the water black and still against the mud, watching the ferry engines chug at slack where the current broke. He was thirty years old, an apothecary’s apprentice in a town that smelled of wet wool and sawdust, and his master,...

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