The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the sheriff’s office, heavy and damp, spoken by a voice that was not his own. Elias did not turn. He stared at the water in the iron basin on his desk, the surface still as a held breath. In the reflection, his face was gone. In its place was a child’s wrist, shattered, the bone jagged white against the dark water. Leo’s wrist. The boy had been twelve when...

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