The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air tasted of copper and wet ash. It hung heavy in the throat, a physical weight that pressed against the diaphragm. Sergeant Elias Thorne pulled his collar up. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of sweat and old fear. He did not blink. Blinking was a waste of time. Time was a resource. Resources were scarce. The sky above the valley was a bruised purple. It did not promise rain. It only...

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