The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron. I held the jar in my hands. The glass was cold. The honey inside was thick, dark, and still. It had not moved. It never moved. We were standing at the edge of the moor, where the road ended and the fog began. Julian stood beside me. He did not look at the jar. He looked at me. His eyes were red,...

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