The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall smelled of roasting lamb and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating perfume that seemed to settle into the pores of my skin. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the uniform I had worn for thirty years feeling less like armor and more like a second, calcifying shell. The candles flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched toward the high, vaulted ceiling, but my eyes...

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