The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The road did not end. It merely ceased to be a road, dissolving into a grey, static mist that tasted of iron and old pennies. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his rifle, the leather biting into his shoulder with a familiarity that felt like a second skin. He was not walking toward a destination, but away from a silence that had grown too loud for his ears to bear. The air here was thick,...

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