The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and old blood. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the great hall, his boots sinking into a carpet that seemed to be woven from black velvet and spider silk. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of beeswax candles that burned without heat, their flames frozen in amber time. He was not alone. In the shadows, where the light...

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