The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream begins not with light, but with the weight of iron in the air. You are standing in the atrium of the Whitmore Institute for Ethereal Corrections, a building of soot-stained brick and heavy glass that looms over the industrial valley like a coffin. The year is 1893, or perhaps 1894. Time here is not linear; it is a loop of steam and silence. You are a Reader of Souls, a minor...

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