The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bone was warm. It lay in his palm. It was not a bone. It was a hand. Her hand. Eleanor’s. The skin was paper-thin. The fingers curled. They held nothing. They held everything. It was a relic. It was a curse. The forest was white. The snow was deep. Thomas sat on the ice. The ice was black. The cold was a blade. It cut his lungs. He did not breathe. He held the hand. The hand was his...

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