The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The gate was iron. The gate was cold. The gate was open. Elias stood before it. His hands were shaking. Not from the wind. From the waiting. He looked down at his chest. The sash. The white sash. It was torn. A single thread dangled like a severed vein. He had worn it for forty years. It was his skin now. Or so he believed. Behind him, the city slept. But the city was a lie. The city was a...

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