The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candlelight bled across the table. Meats smoked. Wine sloshed. The air was thick with sweat and fear. Commander Alden sat at the head. His face was stone. His hands were still. Around him, the officers drank. They laughed. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. It did not reach Alden. He looked at the wall. The wall was bare. A single vine grew there. It was...

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