The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The sky above the moor does not merely break; it shatters into a thousand jagged shards of bruised purple and sickly yellow, raining down not water but a fine, glittering dust that settles on the cobblestones of the village square like the powdered bones of the dead. You stand at the center of this apocalyptic stillness, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the cloying sweetness of...

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