The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, wet silence of a cellar that had not seen the sun in three hundred years, and in that silence, Thomas Bradshaw stood holding a jar of honey that smelled of rot and old iron, his fingers stained black with the residue of his own penance. He was a man who had forgotten the shape of his own face, seeing it only in the warped reflections of the...

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