The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The axe bit deep. Wood splintered with a sound like a bone breaking. You wiped the sweat from your brow. The blade was slick. Your hands shook. Not from cold. From rage. "Stop," said the voice. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. You did not stop. You swung again. The bark peeled back. White wood bled. You were a man of the trade. A craftsman. You knew the grain. You knew the weight....

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