The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coat hung on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that smelled of dried lavender and old secrets, and it was the only thing in the house that did not shift when the walls breathed. Elara stood before it, her fingers tracing the seam where the shoulder met the arm, a gesture so habitual it had worn a groove into her skin, a physical memory of holding something precious. The...

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