The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain was not falling; it was being hurled against the stone of the library window with the desperate, rhythmic violence of a lover trying to break down a door that had long since sealed itself. You stood before the great oak table, the surface scarred by centuries of ink and candle wax, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the ancient masonry, but from the terrible,...

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