The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream is not a dream, but a fog that has condensed into a solid, gray architecture. You are standing in the center of a vast, circular hall, the floor made of polished obsidian that reflects your silhouette back to you, distorted and trembling. In your right hand, you hold a brass compass. It is old, the kind your grandfather kept in his desk drawer, tarnished by decades of thumb and time....

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