The Wistful Petal
You are the only one who knows that the ink is blood, and you are the only one who is wrong. The Great Hall of the Ministry of Arcane Audit smells of ozone, dried sage, and the metallic tang of old fear. It is a place of towering vaulted ceilings where shadows do not behave as shadows should, where they stretch and twist like living things, clinging to the pillars of obsidian that support the...
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