The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain does not fall on the city of Ashworth so much as it accumulates, a heavy, industrial mist that settles into the pores of your skin and the rusted iron of the fire escapes, turning the night into a thick, gray soup that blurs the boundary between the cobblestones and the sky, and you stand in the center of the square with the brass plate in your hand, its surface slick with...

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