The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train screamed. It was a long, thin shriek that tore the air apart. Giles checked his watch. Three minutes left. The platform was empty. "Did you bring the book?" asked the man in the gray coat. He didn't look up. He adjusted his tie. It was knotted tight. Too tight. "I brought the map," Giles said. "The map is useless here." Giles looked at him. The man was tall. He smelled of coal dust...

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