The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mist in Oakhaven does not lift; it thickens, pressing against the skin like wet wool. I am Elias, thirty-two, a border warden with twelve years of service and a pension that hangs by a thread. I want to prove the Gate is a man, not a spirit, because the pension board only pays for the verifiable, not the metaphysical. But the Gate does not verify. It listens. It waits. And today, as I...

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