The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger lay open on the desk, its spine cracked, the pages brittle as old skin. Arthur counted the entries. One, two, three. The numbers did not add up. They never had. He had come to Harrow House to sell it, to pay the debts that were eating his father’s estate alive, but the house would not let him leave. It whispered. Not in words, exactly, but in a low, cold hum that vibrated in the...

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