The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train smelled of wet wool and iron. Elias pressed his forehead against the cold glass. Outside, the industrial sprawl of the North Country blurred into a gray smear. He was a Sergeant. The badge on his belt felt heavy, like a stone in his pocket. Beside him sat Silas. Silas was a witness. He watched everything. He said little. He just watched. We were going to the Palace. Not a royal...

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