The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The hand you buried in the cellar is not a hand. You know this with the cold, absolute certainty of a surgeon who has forgotten the pulse. It is a mass of grey clay and dried roots, pulsing with a rhythm that does not match your own heart. You stand before the iron gate of the Ashworth estate, the fog of the industrial valley rolling in like a tide of grey wool, thickening the air until it...

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