The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You leave the house on a Tuesday, the air thick with the smell of wet coal and iron. It is 1912, and the world is a machine of gears and smoke, grinding forward into a future you cannot see. You are a constable, a man of law and order, standing on the threshold of your own life, which has just begun to crumble. The house behind you is solid, a Victorian monolith of brick and slate that has...

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