The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud of the manor courtyard had turned to a thick, sucking paste under the relentless October rain, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his boots sinking to the ankle, the wet stone walls of the house looming above him like the cliffs of the border wars he had spent twenty years defending. He was forty-five, his face a map of old scars and newer exhaustion, and his hands trembled violently,...

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