The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a sudden, violent absence of air, as if the atmosphere itself had been punctured by a needle of pure cold. You were standing in the center of the hall, the dust motes suspended around you like a galaxy of dead stars, and in your hands, the mirror that had been your entire world for the last three years lay in pieces. It was a small thing, a compact...

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