The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The stationmaster’s office smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old brass, a scent that Elias Thorne had spent thirty years trying to overwrite with the sharp, clean odor of his own intellectual rigor, but which now clung to his collar like a ghost refusing to be exorcised. He sat at the edge of the desk, his fingers drumming a erratic, nervous rhythm against the cold wood, his eyes...

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