The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

He woke in the cellar. The stone was cold. It bit through his wool. He pressed his cheek to the floor. Dust. Old rat bones. The smell of damp. He sat up. His head throbbed. A thump. A thump. Above him. Boots on wood. He knew the sound. Heavy. Measured. Authoritative. He was in the keep. The Blackstone Keep. It stood on the hill. A jagged tooth in the sky. Stone. Grey. Unyielding. He tried to...

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