The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet limestone, a scent that had long since been scrubbed from the air of London but lingered, stubbornly, in the synapses of Arthur Penhaligon. He stood in a corridor that was not a corridor, but a vast, suspended atrium of glass and iron, where the sky was a fractured mirror reflecting not clouds, but the ticking of a thousand mechanical clocks. The...

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