The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale beer, a thick, cloying fog that clung to the throat and the eyes. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table, his uniform pressed sharp and unwrinkled, a stark white rectangle against the dim, amber glow of the chandeliers. The celebration was for the retirement of Major Vance, a man who had spent forty years in the service...

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