The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The brass instruments screamed against the ceiling of the banquet hall, a sound so thick and wet it felt like it was being chewed by the chandelier’s crystals, and I stood there, my hand resting on the cold, smooth curve of my left shoulder, where the bone had begun to change, to soften, to bloom into something that was not quite flesh but was certainly not quite metal, while Major Thorne...

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