The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink on the parchment had long since faded into a bruised and silent violet, a color that seemed to hold the weight of centuries in its quiet decay, and I sat in the center of the vast and echoing library, my back pressed against the cold stone of a pillar that smelled of dust and forgotten rain, watching the light from the high, arched windows stretch and thin across the floor like a dying...

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