The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

I held the compass. It was a brass thing. My father’s. He gave it to me before he left. He said, "North is where the truth lives, son. South is where the lies go to rot." I believed him. I am a soldier. I know lies. I know rot. I am walking now. The road is bad. Gravel cuts my boots. I have no map. Just the compass. And the voice in my head. It is loud today. It sounds like my brother. "Tommy,"...

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