The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning I left my father’s study, the air in the hallway tasted of iron and stale tea, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be swallowed. I was holding the jar. It was a simple vessel of green glass, stoppered with wax, and inside it swirled a viscous, amber liquid that caught the light from the high, dust-moted windows like trapped honey. To anyone else, it...

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