The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth of the road, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that vibrated up through the soles of my boots and settled, heavy and dull, in my knees. I was old for a man of my station, a fact that the wind outside the window seemed to know better than I did, rattling the shutters of the coach with a persistent, skeletal insistence. Inside, the air was thick...

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