The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mist in the Blackwood Reserve did not rise so much as it hung, a heavy, grey curtain that swallowed the horizon and turned the industrial chimneys in the distance into blurred, dying smears of smoke. Sergeant Elias Thorne marched with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since stopped thinking with his mind and begun thinking with his muscles, his boots sinking into the mud that...

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