The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. Elias Thorne sat at the long table. His hands were steady. He held a fork. He ate. The meat was dry. He chewed slowly. He swallowed. Around him, the Council of the Academy feasted. They wore robes of heavy velvet. Gold thread caught the candlelight. They laughed. The sound was like grinding stones. Elias did not laugh. He watched their...

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