The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The house stood at the end of a gravel drive that had not been graded in a decade, its white clapboard siding peeling in long, curling strips like dead skin. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of lavender sachets and old paper, a scent that Margaret Whitmore had worn for so long it had become indistinguishable from her own pulse. She sat in the high-backed chair by the window, her hands...

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