The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The stone tower stood in the center of the dream, a monolith of grey granite that rose not into a sky but into a void of swirling, opaque fog that smelled of wet wool and old blood. I was a child again, though my body felt heavy with the weight of years I had not yet lived, and in my hands I held the Spindle of Truth, a device of intricate bone and brass that hummed with a vibration so low it...

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