The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the cellar of the old tannery hung heavy with the scent of oak gall and damp earth, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin and refuse to leave. I sat in the center of the circular stone floor, my hands folded in my lap, watching the slow accumulation of condensation on the cold walls. Outside, the rain had been falling for three days, a relentless,...

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