The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain fell on the stones of the old bridge like a heavy, grey curtain. It did not wash the world clean. It only made the mud slicker. Thomas stood at the edge of the chasm. He held his lantern. The flame shook. Not from the wind. The wind was dead. It shook because his hand was weak. He was a builder. He knew stone. He knew mortar. He knew the weight of a keystone. He did not know how to...

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