The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream began with the sound of a single petal detaching from a branch, a sound like a fingernail dragging across a chalkboard, silent and absolute. You were standing in the center of the town square in Oakhaven, the cobblestones slick with the mist of a late autumn morning. In your hand, you held the petal. It was not pink or white, but a deep, bruised purple, heavy as a stone, cold as the...

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