The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The tower had been burning for three days. The flames did not roar. They whispered. They licked the stone with a tongue of blue and white, patient as a surgeon, erasing the mortar between the blocks. Elias stood at the base of the spiral stairs, his boots sinking into ash that was still warm. He was a man of forty winters, though he looked sixty. His face was a map of deep furrows, etched by...

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