The Wistful Petal

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 22:55:02 -

The Wistful Petal

In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of rotting lilies and old iron, a heavy, suffocating perfume that seemed to seep into the very marrow of Aldric’s bones. He stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Whitmore estate, a place that had been his home for forty years and would soon be a mausoleum for his name. The stone floor was cold, a chill that climbed his legs and settled in...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews