The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The hall smelled of wet wool and expensive perfume. It was a smell that clung to the nose, a heavy, cloying scent that suggested something rotting beneath the surface. Margaret stood at the edge of the room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was the Head of Botany at the university, a position that usually afforded her a certain quiet dignity. Here, in the glass-walled atrium of...

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