The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You are bleeding. The blood is bright. It pools on the cold iron floor of the bunker. You taste copper. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of wet wool. Your hands are shaking. You grip the rifle. The wood is slick with sweat. Across the room, Thomas stands. He is calm. His face is pale. He wears his uniform with precision. Every button is fastened. He looks at you with pity. You hate the...

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