The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The stamp was red. It was square. It was the size of a thumbnail, and it sat in the center of the parchment like a wound that refused to close. Arthur Vane did not blink. He stared at the ink until the edges blurred. The room smelled of dust and old paper, the specific scent of a life slowly decaying into silence. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the university archive. The...

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