The Wistful Petal
The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, final thud. I was knee-deep in the brown slurry of the drainage ditch, my uniform torn, my rifle hanging limp by my side. My name is Silas Vane. I am a man who has spent thirty years serving the law, and in that time, I have learned that the truth is often a slow-acting poison. It does not kill immediately. It waits. It seeps into the joints, the lungs,...
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