The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You walk. The stone is cold. It bites. You feel it through the leather of your boots. The air is thin. It tastes of iron. And dust. And old blood. This is the Citadel. It is not a castle. It is a machine. A great, grinding machine of bureaucracy and bone. You are a soldier. But your sword is dull. Your shield is cracked. You are tired. So very tired. You climb. The stairs spiral. They coil like...

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