The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain on the cobblestones of Aethelgard smelled of wet iron and old bone, a scent that had not changed in three hundred years, nor would it change for three more. You stood at the edge of the university courtyard, your fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that was, in truth, only a stylized piece of wood painted to look like steel, while the crowd before you hummed with the low,...

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