The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The sky split open on the morning of the solstice. It did not thunder. It simply tore, a jagged wound of white silence hanging over the village of Oakhaven. Miles Thorne stood on the cobblestones of the square. He was the Watchman. His uniform was gray wool, stiff with dust and old sweat. He held his staff. It was iron. It was cold. The townspeople looked at him. They did not scream. They did...

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