The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bell tower cracked. It split down the center. A white line of ruin. The sky poured in. Silence followed. Then the wind. Elias stood on the scaffolding. His boots slipped on moss. He looked up. The stone was dead. It had been a cathedral. Now it was a cage. The war had come. It had gone. The soldiers were gone. The hunger remained. Elias touched the crack. His fingers bled. He did not care....

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