The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud did not care about rank. It swallowed the boots of the King’s Guard with the same indifferent hunger it showed the feet of the beggars. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the grey field, his armor dented, his breath a white plume in the freezing air. He was a soldier. He knew the weight of a sword and the cold of a cell. He did not know why he was here, in this place that smelled of...

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