The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the Royal Palace courtyard with a rhythmic, wet percussion that sounded less like weather and more like the ticking of a massive, indifferent clock. Elias Thorne adjusted the leather straps of his satchel, the material creaking in the damp cold, and watched the heavy oak doors of the Hall of Mirrors swing open. He was a master of the old craft, a weaver of...

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