The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud up to your knees is not just wet earth; it is a grave that has not yet closed. You are Thomas Bradshaw, and you are walking, though your legs do not feel like they belong to you. They belong to the ghost of a man who died three winters ago in a ditch near the river, or perhaps they belong to no one at all, just a collection of bones driven by a command that came from the sky before the...

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