The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The shop smelled of beeswax and old paper, a scent that clung to the fibers of the wool coats and the lining of the velvet hats like a persistent, sweet ghost. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter, his hands hovering over a row of silver buttons, feeling the smooth, cold weight of them as if they were small, silent moons. He was a man who had spent forty years in this narrow aisle of the city,...

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