The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning the court decided that silence was a crime, the heavy oak doors of the High Tribunal were sealed shut, and the air inside grew thick with the scent of stale bread and old dust. Margaret Holloway stood in the shadows of the gallery, her fingers wrapped tightly around a small, bruised apple that she had stolen from the warden’s pantry the night before. She was not a prisoner, but she...

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