The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the cabin smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had become so inextricably woven into the fabric of Elias Thorne’s existence that he could no longer distinguish the odor of his own decay from the simple, honest smell of the rain outside, which beat against the windowpane with a rhythmic, insistent fury that seemed less like weather and more like the...

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