The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train to Veldt smelled of wet coal and old iron, a scent that seemed to cling to the wool of my coat long after the platform had faded into the grey morning mist. I was Dr. Elias Thorne, and I carried a tuning fork in my breast pocket, its metal cold against my chest, vibrating with a potential energy that felt almost biological. The city rose from the fog in a jagged silhouette of brick...

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