The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by an invisible, indifferent hand, blurring the jagged silhouette of the factory into a smear of grey and black that seemed to breathe with its own sickly rhythm. Silas Vane sat in the center of the room, his legs folded beneath him on the cold iron floor, staring at the great circular window that dominated the far wall, a window...

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