The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The sword bit deep. Not into flesh. Into stone. It rang. A clear, high note. Like a bell in a hollow throat. He pulled it free. Again. Again. The impact shattered the silence of the cavern. Dust rained down. Fine gray powder. It settled on his shoulders. It settled on the blue wool cloak draped over his chest. The cloak was heavy. Wet with rain. Wet with fear. It had been his father’s. Before...

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