The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall in Halloway’s Mill as it fell in the rest of the county; it drifted, a slow, deliberate snow of grey water that seemed to hang in the air before touching the cobblestones, a persistent fog that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias sat in the corner of his father’s workshop, a small boy with eyes the color of tarnished copper, his knees pulled up to his chin, watching...

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