The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it adhered, a sticky, grey paste that clung to the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, turning the ancient city into a mosaic of damp stone and bruised light. It was a Tuesday in late October, a time when the air smelled of wet wool and the distinct, metallic tang of old blood, and Elias Vane, a scholar of obscure medieval pharmacology whose reputation had long...

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