The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended fog that swallowed the horizon and the road and the distinction between earth and sky. I sat in the driver’s seat of the truck, engine idling, hands resting on the wheel. They were steady. They were always steady. That was the first lie I told myself. The first crack in the foundation. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a border patrol agent, or I...

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