The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud in the square of Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a thick, sucking paste that had swallowed the cobblestones three winters ago and refused to give them back, and Sergeant Elias Thorne had been standing in it for forty-five minutes, counting the seconds between his own heartbeats to keep from screaming. He was counting the stitches in the tear of his uniform sleeve, twelve rough pulls...

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