The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The clock in the hallway did not tick. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that seemed to come from the walls themselves, from the very grain of the oak paneling that lined our ancestral home. I woke to the sound. I always woke to the sound. It was a frequency only I could hear, a secret whispered by the house to its keeper. I sat up in the four-poster bed, the silk sheets cold against my skin,...

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