The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The thorn pierced the crown of Sir Aldous Vane. It was a small thing, a black pin against the white silk of his ruff, yet it bled. Not blood. Ink. Dark, viscous ink oozed from the wound and dripped onto the polished floor of the Hall of Whispers. Aldous did not flinch. He stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the silence of the archive. The air smelled of dust and rotting paper. He was...

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