The Wistful Petal
The fire began in the dry thatch of the eastern wing, a sudden, violent exhalation of heat that turned the night sky into a bruised purple before the first scream could reach the outer gate. Captain Elias Thorne did not run toward the flames, nor away from them, but straight into the center of the chaos, his boots crunching on the shattered tiles of the courtyard where the moon had been visible...
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