The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fire started in the boiler room at dawn. It was a small thing, a spark in the ash, but it climbed the iron ribs of the factory like a living thing. I watched from the third floor. My hands were steady. My mind was not. I am Elias Thorne. I was a clockmaker before the war. I was a prisoner after. Now I am a witness. Or so they tell me. The smoke curled into the light. It was gray and thick....

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