The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud at the checkpoint was not wet; it was a suspension of clay and iron, thick enough to swallow a boot to the ankle. I stood there, rain hammering my helmet, holding a shard of ceramic that had once been part of a table in a house that no longer existed. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a Sergeant. I am here to file a grievance. The want is simple, though the cost is not. I need Major Vance...

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