The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock in the hall did not tick; it hummed, a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of Thomas Bradshaw’s shoes and settle in his teeth. He stood before the great oak door of the Chancellor’s office, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned the color of old bone. Outside, the city of London was a sprawling beast of iron...

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