The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The morning air in the city of Aethelgard tastes of iron filings and burnt ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and settles into the pores of your skin like a fine, invisible silt, and you stand at the window of your workshop, staring not at the street below but at the singular, impossible bloom of the Aetheria Lily that has taken root in the cracked mortar of the...

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