The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The brass telescope sat on the mahogany desk, a cold and heavy thing that smelled of oil and old regrets. It did not change. It did not rust, nor did it crack, nor did it fade into the shadows of the room. It simply remained, a constant anchor in a world that was rapidly unraveling around it. Inspector Silas Vane stared at it, his reflection a distorted ghost in the dark glass of the lens. He...

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