The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

I woke with the scent of wet earth and old ink in my nose. It was not the scent of my study, with its leather chairs and silence. It was the scent of the Court of the Verdant Order. I lay still for a moment, the sheets cold against my skin. The dream had been so vivid. So bright. In the dream, I was not a man. I was a fern. A delicate, unfurling frond in a high, glass-domed conservatory. I...

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