The Wistful Petal
The asphalt shatters under the weight of your boots, a rhythmic, grinding percussion that echoes in the hollow of your chest. You are running. The air tastes of ozone and wet concrete, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. Your name is Elias Thorne, and you are a senior officer in the Municipal Containment Division, a title that sounds more academic than it is, more like a clerk...
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