The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You wake to the sound of your own breathing, a wet, rattling thing that seems too loud for the silence of the stone cells, and you know that the air has changed, thickened with the scent of wet earth and bruised violets, a perfume that does not belong in the dungeons of the Citadel but haunts it now like a ghost who has forgotten how to leave. You are Marcus, and you are the prisoner, though...

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