The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The wind in the garden of the House of Glass did not blow; it screamed. It tore through the iron lattice like a choir of the damned, stripping the leaves from the oaks and sending them spiraling into the mist that perpetually clung to the ground. Margaret stood in the center of the courtyard, her dress white and stiff, her hands pressed tight against her ears. She was not afraid of the wind....

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