The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bone snapped before the bell rang. It was a dry, clean sound. Like a twig under a boot in November. I felt the heat of it before the pain. A red flash in the eye socket. The crowd gasped. They loved that. They loved the break. I am Elias Thorne. I was the best in the district. I knew this because the men who broke me said so. They held up my hand, the one with the fractured radius, and...

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