The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The iron gate of the perimeter fence did not creak. It was a new installation, part of the town’s new face, a steel jaw clamped over the soft, rotting wood of the old boundary. Silas Vane stood before it, his hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the generator that kept the electric coils humming at a lethal pitch. To the left, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of...

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