The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The fog in Millhaven did not clear so much as it dissolved, leaving behind a dampness that clung to the wool of Clara’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that felt less like time and more like a slow, gray drowning. Clara walked with her head bowed, her breath pluming in short, sharp bursts that vanished instantly into the heavy air. She...

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