The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise; it sat, a heavy, iron-grey blanket that tasted of coal dust and wet stone. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-four years, and you are counting the days until your pension clears, the sum that will buy the acreage by the river where Sarah used to dream of growing wisteria. The air is thick, oppressive, and the wisteria vines on the side of your house...

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