The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coffee in the mug was black, bitter, and exactly the right temperature for a man who had forgotten how to sleep. Elias Thorne sat in his cubicle, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that drilled into his temples. He was forty-five, a border patrol officer with twenty years of service and a pension that hung by a thread of bureaucratic compliance. He needed the logs clean. He...

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