The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The radio crackled, a dry, rattling sound like gravel in a tin can, and you sat in the driver’s seat with your hands white-knuckled on the wheel, the white lily in your dream still shattering on the concrete in your mind. It was 0300 hours. The shift ended in two hours. You needed to find Thomas before the sun came up, before the paperwork could be stamped and the file closed. You were Elias...

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