The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

I carried the coat. It was heavy. Wet with snow and something darker. The stone walls pressed in. The air tasted of iron. I walked the corridor. My boots echoed. The echoes sounded like teeth chattering. I was not alone. I could not see the others. I felt them. They breathed in the dark. I held the coat tighter. The fabric soaked my hands. It was a velvet cloak. It had belonged to my mother....

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