The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, gray silt that coated the cobblestones of the courtyard in a film of slick, indifferent mud. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the archway, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, monotonous tick that sounded less like rain and more like the slow, grinding turning of a clock’s gear. He was not waiting for anyone. He was waiting for the...

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