The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock in the town square of Oakhaven did not merely tell time; it ate it, grinding the seconds down into a fine, gray dust that settled in the creases of everyone’s collars and the hollows of their eyes, a slow, insatiable hunger that no amount of wind or water could wash away, and it was on a Tuesday evening, thick with the smell of wet wool and impending rain, that Arthur Penhaligon stood...

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