The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You stand at the edge of the quarry, the gravel crunching under your boots with a sound like dry bones breaking. The air is thick with the smell of wet limestone and diesel, a heavy, industrial breath that has settled over the town of Oakhaven since the mills closed and the factories took over the skyline. You are a man made of angles and silence, a sheriff’s deputy who has spent thirty years...

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