The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass shattered. It was a sound like a bone breaking, sharp and final, echoing off the wet stone of the inner chamber. Elias Thorne sat up. His back ached, a dull throb that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat after twenty years of service. The wind howled outside, a low, guttural moan that vibrated through the floorboards. He knew what that sound meant. It meant the storm had found...

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