The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coat was not a coat, but a skin shed by the winter of the world, and it hung in the center of the room with the stillness of a held breath. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the indigo dust of high-end textiles and whose heart had calcified into a hard, efficient knot of commerce, stood before it. It was a masterpiece of absurdity, a garment woven from the memory...

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