The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The magistrate’s sneer hung in the air of the village hall, sharper than the frost that had crept into the stone walls of Oakhaven, a place where the mist did not merely obscure the view but seemed to swallow the very concept of distance. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and carrying the rigid weight of twenty years’ service on the border patrol, sat across from Alderman Silas Vane,...

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