The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the slate roof of the old manor. Inside, the silence was heavy. It pressed against the eardrums. Silas sat by the fire. The embers glowed red. They pulsed like a dying heart. He held the bowl in his hands. The clay was cold. It had been cold for three days. "You are wasting the light," said the voice from the shadows. Silas did not look up. He knew...

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