The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain in Chicago does not fall; it hangs, a gray curtain that separates the world from the street. I stood on the corner of Oak and State, watching the pedestrians shrink into blurs of umbrellas and hoods, my own coat soaked through to the skin. I was looking for the fracture. Everyone else saw the puddles, the traffic, the cold. I saw the break in the pattern. My name is Elias Thorne, and I...

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