The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The letter lay on the desk, its seal broken, the paper yellowed by a humidity that smelled of ozone and old blood. You read the header twice, your eyes tracing the ink until the words blurred into a single, screaming line: *Subject: Elias Thorne, Imperial Inspector, Status: Dead.* You wanted to tear the page, to crush it in your fist and throw it against the wall, but your left hand would not...

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