The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning mist clung to the stone walls of the keep like a wet shroud. It did not lift. It simply waited. Thomas stood in the center of the chamber. The floor was cold granite, slick with damp. He wore his armor, though the metal was dull with age and rust. It fit him poorly, as it always had. It was too heavy. Too broad. He shifted his weight from one boot to the other. The sound echoed, a...

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