The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The candle gutters. You blink. The flame steadies, but the shadow it casts on the stone wall does not. It stretches long and thin, a finger pointing at your throat. You are in the tower. It is late. The air smells of beeswax and old blood. You are looking for a thread. A single, red thread that has been cut loose. You find it. It is tucked under the heel of your left boot. You pull it out. It...

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