The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Magistrate’s office. You sat in the chair that had once belonged to your father, the leather cracking under the weight of your stillness. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of your bones since childhood. Outside, the city of Oakhaven churned in the...

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