The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in the atelier smelled of ozone and old varnish, a scent that had long since permeated the very pores of my skin, settling into the fabric of my being like a fine, invisible dust. I sat at the center of the room, surrounded by the silent, breathing shapes of my life’s work: the porcelain figures, the intricate clockwork mechanisms, the delicate glass eyes that watched me with a...

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