The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The iron bar was slick with rain and something darker, maybe oil, maybe blood, but it didn’t matter because the thing holding the other end wasn’t human anymore, it had stretched into a long, pale limb that didn’t have elbows, just a continuous, trembling curve of bone and wet muscle that reached out for my face with a patience that was worse than any rage. I slammed the butt of my rifle into...

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