The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of London’s East End with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood before the cracked mirror in his cramped flat, watching the water bead on the glass, distorting the reflection of a man who had aged a decade in the span of a single winter. He raised his hand, not to wipe the fog, but to touch the...

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