The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream begins with the smell of wet iron and crushed lilies. You are standing in a corridor that stretches infinitely into a grey, mist-choked void, the floor slick with condensation that reflects your own boots in a distorted, wavering mirror. You are a soldier, though you do not know which war you are fighting, for the uniform is a patchwork of eras, the wool rough against your neck, the...

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