The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"You have broken the seal," said the High Warden. His voice did not echo. It absorbed the sound of the room, a velvet mouth swallowing the air. I stood before the Obsidian Throne, my knees knocking together against the cold marble. My uniform, once a sharp thing of iron and discipline, now hung loose. The fabric was wet. Not with sweat, but with something darker. A viscous, black fluid that...

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