The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the wet platform of the 14th Street station, his coat heavy with a dampness that smelled of ozone and old paper. The air was thick, suspended in a gray limbo. Above him, the tracks vanished into a fog so dense it felt like wool. He held his badge in his left hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing in the world that...

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