The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain had not stopped for three days in the Appalachian foothills, a steady, gray curtain that erased the line between the forest and the sky. Thomas Ashworth sat in the back of a rusted pickup truck, his hands cuffed behind his back with zip ties that had long since lost their elasticity. He was not a man who believed in ghosts, or in the kind of justice that required a trial. He was a man...

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