The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The kitchen was a tomb of white tile and the smell of boiled cabbage, a sterile purgatory where time did not pass so much as it pooled, thick and stagnant, around the ankles of Sergeant Elias Thorne who stood with his back to the window watching the rain streak the glass in vertical lines that looked suspiciously like the tears he was too disciplined to shed. He was a man built of hard angles...

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