The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in a field that was not a field, but a vast, grey expanse of static, where the grass grew in vertical lines like the bars of a cell. In his left hand, he held a silver pectoral cross, heavy with the weight of centuries. The metal was warm, pulsating with a rhythm that did not match his own heartbeat. He was...

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