The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning the frost finally decided to claim the valley, Elias Thorne found his friend’s last breath still clinging to the inside of the iron gate, a cold, metallic taste that sat heavy on the tongue like a forgotten penny. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having blurred into a single, grey smear of wool and damp wood, but the departure was absolute, a severing of the cord...

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