The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the muddy tracks of the valley into a slick, treacherous quagmire where the horses struggled and the cart wheels sank deep into the earth. I sat in the back, my back against the rough wood, watching the grey sky press down until it touched the tops of the oaks, and I thought about how my hands were always cold,...

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