The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain against the windowpane of the Ashworth residence did not sound like water; it sounded like a thousand small, wet fingers tapping in a desperate, rhythmic code. Elias stood in the center of the living room, his back to the storm, watching the dust motes dance in the sliver of gaslight that cut through the gloom. He was a man carved from the same granite as the old world, a soldier in...

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