The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The silence in the Hall of Records was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical weight, a thick wool blanket that smothered the breath and settled into the pores of the skin, carrying with it the dust of centuries and the faint, metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the very mortar of the walls, where I sat alone in my stone booth, my hands trembling not from fear but from...

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