The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the grey, bruised sky above, and it was in this damp, stagnant silence that Thomas Bradshaw stood, holding a chipped ceramic bowl in his hands as if it were a holy relic or a weapon, waiting for the verdict that would decide whether he was a man or a ghost. The air in the...

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